Fic: Katekyo Hitman Reborn, 2700, "The making of memories"
Pairing: Tsuna/Enma
Rating: G
Summary: They can't really talk about their own happy memories yet, so it's a good thing they have spares. [Set after chapter 331 and makes assumptions about chapter 332.]
Note: Inspired by a prompt on the Fic Promptly community, "fond memories".
The making of memories
"You remember?"
Tsuna held out his hand, making a cupping and bobbing motion as if it held a rounded weight. Enma's smile brightened and he echoed the movement - of course he remembered that same thing, feeling it in the same way: the purse in the first key.
"Yeah! At first I only felt the memory from Cozart's side," he confessed. "Now that I've had time to think it over, I also remember it from your--the Vongola's--Giotto's side--too." It felt friendly, saying Giotto. He didn't think he'd do it in front of the rest of the Simon.
Maybe something in the way he looked at Tsuna got that internal confession across too, because Tsuna's grin was bright. "Isn't it weird? I also remember both sides of the memories!"
"And at the same time, there was a perspective from the outside? Like someone caught them on camera."
Tsuna laughed with overexcited with agreement. When he was really relaxed he didn't care about being goofy, Enma was pretty sure. "Yeah, exactly! Even if it's weird, it's kind of cool how we can remember it in that same way."
It was too easy to keep staring at him. His smile was always so real. It would probably be better to stare at the riverbank where they sat, looking around at the quiet and the dusk sky, the grass and the water.
That place was where Enma had started getting a sense of the kind of person Tsuna was, after they'd fallen into the river and Tsuna had invited him home. Enma had stumbled after him, texting Adelheid about where he was going and thinking about all the deaths of a few years ago. They still hurt, after all, and always would, but even on that first day Enma had had his expectations filled that it would be difficult to pin that hurt on some kid his age. He hadn't really wanted to get the Simon into a fight, and Tsuna had shown from the start that it wasn't necessary to do so. At the time Enma had thought he was projecting his own hopes onto Tsuna, but nope. Tsuna really was a great person.
"I wish we'd really got their memories, and not just..." Enma repeated the purse-gesture, remembering the smiles Giotto had given to Cozart had given to Giotto, and the dusty afternoon air tickling his throat. On one side of the memory he'd been aware of a watchful friend at his back, and from the other point of view, of a damp line on his skin under the hat, because of the heat. "The way things felt, and how it looked. If they could have made the key to given us their emotions and the stuff they thought, we'd have known the truth when Cozart got that letter. That he knew about Giotto. That everything was all right between them."
He watched Tsuna straighten, something luminous in his gaze. The way he held himself was strong sometimes, but in a good way, not like what he'd been told to expect of the Vongola. More like Adelheid or Large. "That was amazing," Tsuna said. "The way Cozart knew right away that there was something wrong with the letter. He was only quiet for a second, remember, when he thought about it? Then he said he was on his way!"
"Like you did. You were determined too, when you came to help me."
Then ... Tsuna would blush so much.
Blush, grin, and probably stop talking. Maybe he shouldn't say that, Enma thought.
He wanted to, though, and he wanted to really be on that gentle slope beside the river. Or in Tsuna's room again, and asking him what had happened to that stupid letter. Or anywhere that wasn't here, in the quiet dark, with his family trapped alongside him.
Floating and bound in the Vindice tank, Enma could only imagine the other places they could be - where they would be. He could only wait to really see Tsuna again, and imagine all the stuff they'd talk about, after he'd taken Tsuna's hand to get out of the tank and said Thank you and Of course you did.
He was almost happy to wait, because with Tsuna he knew he wouldn't have to wait long.
Rating: G
Summary: They can't really talk about their own happy memories yet, so it's a good thing they have spares. [Set after chapter 331 and makes assumptions about chapter 332.]
Note: Inspired by a prompt on the Fic Promptly community, "fond memories".
The making of memories
"You remember?"
Tsuna held out his hand, making a cupping and bobbing motion as if it held a rounded weight. Enma's smile brightened and he echoed the movement - of course he remembered that same thing, feeling it in the same way: the purse in the first key.
"Yeah! At first I only felt the memory from Cozart's side," he confessed. "Now that I've had time to think it over, I also remember it from your--the Vongola's--Giotto's side--too." It felt friendly, saying Giotto. He didn't think he'd do it in front of the rest of the Simon.
Maybe something in the way he looked at Tsuna got that internal confession across too, because Tsuna's grin was bright. "Isn't it weird? I also remember both sides of the memories!"
"And at the same time, there was a perspective from the outside? Like someone caught them on camera."
Tsuna laughed with overexcited with agreement. When he was really relaxed he didn't care about being goofy, Enma was pretty sure. "Yeah, exactly! Even if it's weird, it's kind of cool how we can remember it in that same way."
It was too easy to keep staring at him. His smile was always so real. It would probably be better to stare at the riverbank where they sat, looking around at the quiet and the dusk sky, the grass and the water.
That place was where Enma had started getting a sense of the kind of person Tsuna was, after they'd fallen into the river and Tsuna had invited him home. Enma had stumbled after him, texting Adelheid about where he was going and thinking about all the deaths of a few years ago. They still hurt, after all, and always would, but even on that first day Enma had had his expectations filled that it would be difficult to pin that hurt on some kid his age. He hadn't really wanted to get the Simon into a fight, and Tsuna had shown from the start that it wasn't necessary to do so. At the time Enma had thought he was projecting his own hopes onto Tsuna, but nope. Tsuna really was a great person.
"I wish we'd really got their memories, and not just..." Enma repeated the purse-gesture, remembering the smiles Giotto had given to Cozart had given to Giotto, and the dusty afternoon air tickling his throat. On one side of the memory he'd been aware of a watchful friend at his back, and from the other point of view, of a damp line on his skin under the hat, because of the heat. "The way things felt, and how it looked. If they could have made the key to given us their emotions and the stuff they thought, we'd have known the truth when Cozart got that letter. That he knew about Giotto. That everything was all right between them."
He watched Tsuna straighten, something luminous in his gaze. The way he held himself was strong sometimes, but in a good way, not like what he'd been told to expect of the Vongola. More like Adelheid or Large. "That was amazing," Tsuna said. "The way Cozart knew right away that there was something wrong with the letter. He was only quiet for a second, remember, when he thought about it? Then he said he was on his way!"
"Like you did. You were determined too, when you came to help me."
Then ... Tsuna would blush so much.
Blush, grin, and probably stop talking. Maybe he shouldn't say that, Enma thought.
He wanted to, though, and he wanted to really be on that gentle slope beside the river. Or in Tsuna's room again, and asking him what had happened to that stupid letter. Or anywhere that wasn't here, in the quiet dark, with his family trapped alongside him.
Floating and bound in the Vindice tank, Enma could only imagine the other places they could be - where they would be. He could only wait to really see Tsuna again, and imagine all the stuff they'd talk about, after he'd taken Tsuna's hand to get out of the tank and said Thank you and Of course you did.
He was almost happy to wait, because with Tsuna he knew he wouldn't have to wait long.