Collecting Dust....
Title: Collecting Dust
Author: Rosella
Rating: Everyone
Warnings: As horrible as this might have turned out, it could always be worse. ^.^;
Prompt: V: 50- Iemetsu - family; “a pile of unsent letters in the bottom of his suitcase”
March 10
My beautiful Nana,
It's midnight here. I miss you and Tsuna so much. The picture I have of the three of us on the nightstand makes me wish I was there now.
Did you know that the camera doesn't capture the right color for those brown eyes I love so much? The more I look at it, the more I notice how your full beauty is not portrayed here. I still love looking at it though. Even Tsuna. He looks so relaxed in the picture where I was dangling him over the boat to touch the water. Remember? It was the day we went fishing and I accidentally dropped him in because he was squirming so much. Ah, he was fine in the end though.
Work is becoming a little stressful. The Mafia is a tricky occupation and maybe one day I'll tell you about it in person.
Missing you and loving you more each day,
Your Iemitsu.
P.S: Give our boy a pat for me.
A soft sigh before sealing the letter and setting it in a drawer to join three other identical envelopes. The gentle clicks of a lamp being turned off accompanied with the rustling of bedsheets and the large yawn of the man fill the room before silence creeps in.
March 29
Nana♥
There wasn't much to do today. After training a student of mine, the adults went out for drinks. Ah, I tried that fruity pink drink you enjoy so much and I think I have a cavity forming. I'll just stick to the manly kind from now on. Though I'll admit it was very good. I keep waiting for the okay signal to be with you and Tsuna, but for right now I'm too busy to leave the Ninth's side. Not that there is anything wrong with the man. Fit as ever all things considered, but here's hoping I can leave soon anyway.
Your Iemitsu
P.S: Give our boy a hug for me
Much like before, the fair haired male seals the envelope with the Vongola crest and stares at it indecisively. Before he can talk himself out of it, Iemitsu drops this letter into his suitcase and watches as it lands next to the others. There was no point in telling his trusting wife that her husband was in the Mafia. It would only have Nana worry and that was the last thing Iemitsu wanted of his precious gem.
The months rolled by and more white envelopes with the Vongola crest joined the pile of unsent letters. Well, more like the ones holding the truth of his job. For every truthful unsent letter he wrote another that bore the lie of his double-life and those he would send out. They ranged from exciting events such as hitting a sewer pipeline to getting a really bad sunburn. They were all for her, to assure her that he was still around and missing them.
He wrote letters to Tsuna too. Though, they held nothing but questions for the son he didn't really know. Letters to a stranger from their father.
"How are you?" "Did you make any friends today?" "Do you want to go fishing when I come home?" "What's your favorite sport now?" "Did you even have a favorite sport?"
Except, even these harmless letters were never delivered. They merely stayed in his suitcase with the others.
It was in the midst of writing a new letter to Nana and more questions for Tsuna, that the affairs within the Vongola Famiglia began to shift and it required a visit back home.
"Is Master pleased to be going home?" Asked the sandy blond teenager at his side.
Iemitsu smiled wide, "Even under these circumstances, Basil. I couldn't be more excited to see my Nana and our Tsuna."
The end.
Author: Rosella
Rating: Everyone
Warnings: As horrible as this might have turned out, it could always be worse. ^.^;
Prompt: V: 50- Iemetsu - family; “a pile of unsent letters in the bottom of his suitcase”
March 10
My beautiful Nana,
It's midnight here. I miss you and Tsuna so much. The picture I have of the three of us on the nightstand makes me wish I was there now.
Did you know that the camera doesn't capture the right color for those brown eyes I love so much? The more I look at it, the more I notice how your full beauty is not portrayed here. I still love looking at it though. Even Tsuna. He looks so relaxed in the picture where I was dangling him over the boat to touch the water. Remember? It was the day we went fishing and I accidentally dropped him in because he was squirming so much. Ah, he was fine in the end though.
Work is becoming a little stressful. The Mafia is a tricky occupation and maybe one day I'll tell you about it in person.
Missing you and loving you more each day,
Your Iemitsu.
P.S: Give our boy a pat for me.
A soft sigh before sealing the letter and setting it in a drawer to join three other identical envelopes. The gentle clicks of a lamp being turned off accompanied with the rustling of bedsheets and the large yawn of the man fill the room before silence creeps in.
March 29
Nana♥
There wasn't much to do today. After training a student of mine, the adults went out for drinks. Ah, I tried that fruity pink drink you enjoy so much and I think I have a cavity forming. I'll just stick to the manly kind from now on. Though I'll admit it was very good. I keep waiting for the okay signal to be with you and Tsuna, but for right now I'm too busy to leave the Ninth's side. Not that there is anything wrong with the man. Fit as ever all things considered, but here's hoping I can leave soon anyway.
Your Iemitsu
P.S: Give our boy a hug for me
Much like before, the fair haired male seals the envelope with the Vongola crest and stares at it indecisively. Before he can talk himself out of it, Iemitsu drops this letter into his suitcase and watches as it lands next to the others. There was no point in telling his trusting wife that her husband was in the Mafia. It would only have Nana worry and that was the last thing Iemitsu wanted of his precious gem.
The months rolled by and more white envelopes with the Vongola crest joined the pile of unsent letters. Well, more like the ones holding the truth of his job. For every truthful unsent letter he wrote another that bore the lie of his double-life and those he would send out. They ranged from exciting events such as hitting a sewer pipeline to getting a really bad sunburn. They were all for her, to assure her that he was still around and missing them.
He wrote letters to Tsuna too. Though, they held nothing but questions for the son he didn't really know. Letters to a stranger from their father.
"How are you?" "Did you make any friends today?" "Do you want to go fishing when I come home?" "What's your favorite sport now?" "Did you even have a favorite sport?"
Except, even these harmless letters were never delivered. They merely stayed in his suitcase with the others.
It was in the midst of writing a new letter to Nana and more questions for Tsuna, that the affairs within the Vongola Famiglia began to shift and it required a visit back home.
"Is Master pleased to be going home?" Asked the sandy blond teenager at his side.
Iemitsu smiled wide, "Even under these circumstances, Basil. I couldn't be more excited to see my Nana and our Tsuna."
The end.