curse you and your infectious plot bunnies :|
D. Spade/Tsuna || I want a list of atrocities done in your name.
His lips stretch into a lazy smirk, eyes lazy but focusing on the defiant brunet in front of him.
“Me? I’m a monster? How ironic, Sawada Tsunayoshi.”
Spade refuses to call the boy the “Vongola Decimo.” He may have been accepted by the Sky Ring, and chosen by Timoteo, but he will never acknowledge someone who has never understood death and pain and suffering as his leader. Daemon didn't call Giotto “Don Vongola” until after the massacre of the Shimon Family.
Before Tsuna can brace himself, the blue-haired illusionist invades, and Tsuna wants to scream and scream but he’s trapped in his own mind and no one but himself will ever hear a thing.
You think you are so innocent? So untouched, so pure? Lies, that silky smooth voice hisses, They’re all illusions, Sawada Tsunayoshi. Look. Look at what you deem atrocities. Look at what those whom you call friends have done in your name. Unforgivable? Can you forgive them?
--
(Yamamoto is facing a tall delinquent, an inevitable fight hidden by the thick forests of the Namimori Community Park. Yamamoto, ever the diplomatic one, smiles with his eyes closed.
“I’ve been hearing some interesting news,” he begins, “that you’ve been targetting Tsuna?”
“Well,” his eyes flicker open, unnaturally solemn, “I have to apologize, but that’s something I just can’t accept.”
The smile never leaves his face as he calmly, efficiently smashes a wooden bat into the other man’s stomach, over and over until the only one standing is himself. As Namimori’s ace hitter nonchalantly steps over the still body, he looks down at his shirt.
“Maaa, maa, have to change before Tsuna notices all that blood~” )
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He knows this is fake. It has to be. It must be. But he remembers that face, Goya-san, and how the older male picked on him relentlessly until one day he stopped demanding Tsuna’s lunch money. Yamamoto had been more cheerful than normal that day.
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(A hooded figure is standing over another, foot raised threateningly. The trembling body on the ground is bruised, nose bleeding and left eye swelling.
“Hand over the wallet and leave,” a familiar voice sneers.
The terrified business man scrambles to his feet, throwing paper bills at the shorter man before fleeing. Satisfied, the young man pulls his hood down to reveal silver hair. Whistling as he gathers the fallen money, Gokudera walks toward the nearest video game store.)
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Tsuna’s always wondered how Gokudera had the latest and most expensive video games to loan him, and now he wishes he never knew.
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(It’s ten years later, and the older Hibari is walking out of a burning building. There are faint screams in the air, and the Cloud Guardian pulls a cellphone from the pocket of his suit.
“The enemy base has been eliminated, Sawada Tsunayoshi.”)
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He can make out the word “orphanage” from the bubbling paint, and Tsuna wants to throw up because suddenly those cries of save me save me sound like terrified children.
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That sinfully dark voice is back. Well…? it begins, What do you think, Sawada Tsunayoshi?
Who’s the monster now?