dear 59-kun 18
A/N: THIS CHAPTER AND THE NEXT ARE REALLY LONG. WHY? BECAUSE OF THIS:
ARC ONE IS OFFICIALLY OVER AFTER CHAPTER 22 (which is going to be FRIGGING LONG LONG LONG in honor of being the last chapter of this bit).
ARC TWO THEREFORE PICKS UP ON CHAPTER 23. What is arc two? You’ll just have to wait around and see, hrrm? :D
So, think you missed out because you just joined the bandwagon? NO WAY! CHALLENGE TWO starts now!
Rules:
-No one who won this time (michellehail44, MoyaMetalDango13, or matchmaker27) can win the next round. The people who are honorable mentions (of the next contest) will win, in the event that this happens. The contest for letters starts from after review number 325, so you guys have until 425 to get those in. However, the 400th review is still up for grabs.
-What to do: I have actual letter criteria challenges this time. I would like letters from the following categories:
-A character that has not yet spoken to Gokudera in this fic and/or letters from (particularly) Bianchi, Reborn, Shamal, or anyone who serves as a “parent” figure to Gokudera.
-UMAs (there’s going to be a second UMA special in chapter 25-ish)
-Letters intended to be sent to fem!Gokudera (chapter special 27-ish)
-Regular letters (Whatever you feel like sending me)
The winner from each of those categories will get an FST (AN ENTIRELY NEW ONE FROM THE FIRST CONTEST WINNERS), and this is absolute. However, only two people will get a fic as well, just for having the best overall letter. The 400th reviewer gets the FST and fic too, by the way. If it’s one of the winners from last time, though, either the 399th or the 401st reviewer will get the prize.
With all that said, try your best, guys! :D
Dear 59-kun
Indelible
From the inside of the disciplinary office, a certain Hibari Kyouya peered out the window of his school, smirking a little bit. His Vice Chairman, Kusababe, was standing near the door, rolling the piece of grass on his lips around for a while, his dark eyes blinking in confusion. Kyo-san…isn’t he smiling? A grimace crossed his face. That can’t be good.
“You know, Kusakabe,” The prefect practically purred the words, making his assistant shudder. “Aren’t couples just the most disgusting thing you’ve ever seen?”
The words made the poor teenager concerned. “I…whatever you say, Kyo-san.”
“Hmmm,” He raised an eyebrow at the so-obviously wrong answer. But apparently he wasn’t too hung up on it, thank goodness. Kusakabe let out a sigh of relief. “But you know,” The gray-eyed young man smirked again, crossing one long leg over the other. “One of those herbivores sank so low as to come crawling to me. Actually, no…two of them did.”
It was at this point the other prefect was confused. He saw the trio leave together, seeming as close as usual…or, they had, until he took a closer look. The tallest of the three was lagging behind the other two, his expression unreadable. The obnoxious silver-haired youth seemed to be clasping hands with the brunette, and the caramel-eyed youth was smiling from ear to ear, pleased as could be. When he saw Gokudera actually drift off and plant a kiss on Tsuna’s cheek, he had more of an idea of what his boss meant. Coughing awkwardly, he shuffled on his feet. “T-Two, Kyo-san?”
“Mmm,” Hibari replied, leaning back in his chair. “The smaller herbivore-who might not be as weak as I thought he was-came to me, broken-hearted, each time. First it was after the tall one-he rejected the leader’s confession a while back, before the loud one started licking the small one’s feet. Then he started falling for him…and after the last time, he didn’t want to be let down again. So, he goes anywhere but to the loud one, of course, trying to soothe his woes.” A wide smile split on his pale face. “He’s really rather cunning that way; only days after seeing myself, Yamamoto, him,” The word dripped with disdain, and therefore his Vice Chairman took that to mean a certain illusionist. “His previously beloved woman, and that girl from Kokuyo, but then hid his broken-heartedness under the guise of simply getting all of us to fall into his trap.” Kyouya actually chuckled a bit. “Although, the more I think about it, the more I think he’s still leading us on somehow, and this was his plan.”
The young man with the updo blinked furiously, outdone. “You’re not saying…you think Sawada is leading him on?!”
The black-haired disciplinary chairman waved his hand lazily. “Che. Sawada’s like a book with that idiot. They’re stupidly infatuated with each other. What I’m saying,” He paused, glancing at the retreating figures in the distance with a grin, he went on, flashing his sharp eyes to his right hand man slowly. “Is that all of this is going to come back and bite him in the ass. And he knows it.”
It finally dawned on Kusakabe what the young prefect was trying to say, and his dark eyes opened as wide as his mouth, shocked.
“Holy-”
…
“Shit!!” Gokudera cursed to no one in particular, patting his pockets down outside of Tsuna’s gate. “Sorry, Tenth,” The brunette glared at him softly, and he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean, urm, Tsu-…Tsu-I just can’t, Boss!”
Tsuna sighed, giving him a smile. “I’ll just have to deal, then,” And his green eyes shined. He cast a glance behind him to see Yamamoto looking at nothing in particular, his smile not reaching his half-glazed eyes. “Anyways, what’s the matter?”
“I’m supposed to do something for sis tonight,” He muttered frustratingly. “I’m really sorry about this.”
“It’s fine,” The brunette assured him, his long lashes falling on tanned cheeks. “I’ll be alright for a tonight.”
Leaning into the smaller boy’s advance, he let Tsuna expertly take his breath away, leaving the two of them flushed. Waving little fingers as his storm guardian rushed away, he turned back to his other friend, concerned.
There was an awkward silence for a while before the lighter haired of the two let out a sigh and kicked the pavement. “Yamamoto…I’m really worried about you.”
He rolled his light brown eyes. “Well, I mean…it’s not exactly like I’m the happiest guy on earth right now,” The little brunette’s lips curled down a little, and he felt guilt pang at his heart. “Besides…Gokudera and you are happy. I guess I’ll just…have to deal.”
Tsuna smiled a little bit. “Yeah,” he drawled, resisting the urge to let his fingers curl around the fabric over his heart. “Of course.”
Meanwhile, the only thing coursing through the shorter boy’s mind was, Reborn, please…you can’t do this to me. I can’t do this.
And through Yamamoto’s is, We’re all going to take this fall, and fast. Something tells me everything’s going straight to hell with this whole mess.
…
Bianchi, in the midst of brushing her damp hair, answered the door for her fuming brother, nonchalant. Her eyes were covered in aviator glasses dark enough to hide her similar seafoam-green eyes as she spoke. “I’m moving out,” She said simply enough, and Gokudera pulled his arms down in a cheer, green eyes bright. Fuck yes! “Oh, don’t get so excited, Hayato. It’s only for a couple of months.” He made a quick noise with his tongue and followed her into the house.
There wasn’t a whole load to move into the truck-which the male of the apartment refused to ask where it had come from-aside from her bed and her personal belongings. But that included the three boxes full of only clothes, and then another two of memorabilia. After she’d finished up, she gave her reluctant brother an affection ruffle of his hair and murmured, “Take care,” Before she hopped in the vehicle, turned the key, and zoomed off.
Reveling in the emptiness of his apartment (well, it had really been his before, and his sister had mostly been freeloading), he flopped onto his bed with an extra sense of appreciation.
After about half an hour of doing nothing more than turning up his music and relaxing, he rolled to his dresser, found a ponytail holder to pull his hair up and also his glasses to shove onto his nose so he wouldn’t have to squint at the monitor. He cracked his knuckles before he started, and replied to his messages quickly.
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Dear Inu-dera,
YAAAAAY~! Company~! Is it my lovely fishy? 'Cause I do love my fishy~! If you give me my lovely fishy, then I'll give you some insider information on something you want~!
Sincerely (Willing To Trade),
Silver74
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Dear I’m SO FUCKING TIRED of responding to you,
I…who’s your ‘fishy’? Ugh. Just go away.
Don’t worry. I have far superior sources to get these kinds of things from.
(And whatever the fuck it is you’re wanting me to trade: no thanks. I’d rather go smoke a puppy’s piss.)
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Dear 59-san
If you don't help me, you’ll have the death of a fourteen-year-old girl on our hands. No, this is not a suicide letter, but that doesn't sound as bad as what I might go through with here. That aside, how the HELL did you survive in your fight against Belphegor (AKA Prince the Ripper)? Don't ask me how, but since they're the fucking Varia and they can they bend the natural laws of the world or something, I'm being kept as his pet. Yes. PET. I DON'T EVEN…ADSJADS. You survived in a battle against him, so for the love of god HELP ME. The only reason my innards aren't trailing yet is because that gay guy (he's actually not too bad since I'm, you know, alive) keeps Poser the Creeper away. So, yeah, even though I'm pretty much SCREWED OVER, have any advice for freaking living?
~fml
(PS. I found this while on Lussuria's laptop, he has this on his favourites list. Yeah. Seriously.)
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Dear UGGGGH, THEY CAN JUST GO EAT SHIT,
Oh, trust me. I. Fucking. Hate. Those. Bastards. As for how I survived against pretty boy, it was because the Tenth wanted me to stay alive. Obviously.
As for being his pet, you are one unlucky pisstard. They’re all a bunch of psychos in there anyways, always tearing shit up. You should pray for your sanity, not your damn safety. Trust me, that’s sure to leave faster.
My advice? Go stick next to flamer mcflamefuck. You might be his type (if you’re a guy, that is).
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Dear 59-san...
Y-you're being haunted... No! I'm not seeing things! There's a guy that looks just like you, only with red hair and a tattoo on his face, always hanging around you!
It's so creepy! I think he's being linked to you by that ring of yours... the one with the suspicious red aura... You should have it exorcised... or blessed! May I recommend myself?
-Namimori Miko-san
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Dear School + Night Time = GTFO
…Damn it, G. Why don’t you at least say something if you’re creeping on me!
As for being linked, you should just, you know, go hump a tree or something. My accessories are none of your business.
(Basically, HELL NO. You aren’t touching me or my rings. Even if G is hanging in my shadow.)
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Dear 59-kun,
I've got a question to ask of you...
What do I do when my dreams keep on screwing with my mind? Stupid things keep on turning up in my dreams. How do I keep that from happening? Every time I wake up from one of those dreams, my mindset is absolutely screwed.
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Dear LSD is Illegal, Boys and Girls,
You see, there’s this fancy thing called YOU DON’T SHOOT UP BEFORE YOU SIT IN FRONT OF TECHNOLOGY. Or sleep. You know people die from doing that.
…Like by thinking that bears are attacking their hearts, and instead of fucking thinking this through, people who take acid think, “Oh, right! Might’s well stab ‘em! That’ll show those bears!”
Fucking retards.
…
Hayato,
Just to let you know, that love transcends all. Love will prevail until the end.
And I've baked cookies, so come over tomorrow for your share, otherwise Tsuna would have to finish everything again.
Your Loving sister
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Dear God, Thought I’d Gotten Rid of You Already,
…You know, you could’ve said this a couple hours ago. Besides…didn’t you move?
…IF YOU MOVED INTO THE TENTH’S HOUSE, I WILL BE SO PISSED. YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW.
Oh, I’m coming. Fuck this shit.
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Dear 59-kun,
Oh yeah...my “darker” side (yes, I have two sides) is now emo-ing in an emo corner and whining, "Gokudera-kun is going to killl meeeeee! And I can’t find my nappo!" She’s giving me a headache...please send her strawberry milk or something to shut her up.
I still need to capture Bel...and Hibari...and all those other hotties...(I gave up on Tsuna-kun since he's obviously Giotto’s-I mean, YOURS.) Any advice...?
(By the way, I’m armed with scissors, a big bag of marshmallows, and some pineapple filling for a pie or something.)
SOS~~~
(P.S. I’m protected since I wear two belts, like you. 8D),
-Hiding in your closet
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Dear NECROPHILIA = DO NOT WANT,
Your other side needs to learn how to lock itself in the closet. And fucking stay there. Because I’m not doing your stupid work for you.
As for capturing them, I can promise you-you’re going to fail. I mean, you can’t even shut your other self up.
…Pineapple filling? Really? Your cavities are going to be awful. Have fun having dentures when you’re sixty.
(FUCK THAT, MAN. DON’T DISS THE ACCESSORIES.)
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59,
What the hell- Why am I... Never mind.
Hey, little me-the only reason you think I have too much time is I can hardly be working when there's nothing to work on here. Oh yeah, the affairs of ten years ago will really be a threat to the Vongola.
Anyway, really, you better stop. The me of ten y-that is, twenty years later for you, says his lungs are pretty bad now. Damn nicotine is addictive though...
- Older you
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Dear I…This…What…
Future myself’s: THIS IS NOT HELPING. Obviously, if I changed anything, it’s already changed in the future.
OH THAT’S RIGHT. I didn’t. So yeah.
You’re only thirty-something, me! Suck it up.
…
Yo 59,
Hey you, give the poor kid a chance, worthless.
- G
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Dear Who The Hell Am I Even Supposed To Be Giving A Chance?,
THANKS FOR FINALLY SPEAKING UP. Y’KNOW, AFTER SCARING PRIESTESSES AND SHIT ALL DAY.
(Would’ve been nice to, y’know, maybe, warn me? But noooo.)
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<--Automatically Generated Message-->
Dear Owner,
Your storage limit has almost been reached for this service. You will have to pay 1,223 Yen for a lifetime upgrade or else cease services to this list until some have been deleted.
Thank you for your time.
/*Do not respond do this message.*/
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Dear OH HELL NO,
I’m calling the company right fucking now and if anything goes wrong, I will kill ALL OF YOU BASTARDS.
I REFUSE TO PAY THIS! THIS IS A DAMN FREE SERVICE.
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59-tan!
I really love your hair! It's so pretty and short. So hey, do you use Garnier Fructis? Also, can I pet your hair at school? I felt it once and it was sooooo~ silky. Hee hee, and you don't even know who I am~
from a random chic
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Dear That’s So Fucking Creepy, I Don’t Even,
…Okay, who stole my hair from the showers after gym? That’s just nasty. Uggh. You’re even more disgusting for having touched that.
But my shampoo secrets are just that-secrets. This hair doesn’t take care of its damn self, you know.
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59-person
Urg, I am eating a muffin and need butter. If I ask that loud shark person named 'Squalo' if he has butter... will he have some? Because honestly, he keeps saying 'voi' and I'm pretty sure that means butter in Finnish... But, I'll sneak into your house and steal all your butter.
A lazy fat asari
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Dear HA HA HA, YOU’RE SO HILARIOUS-EXCEPT YOU’RE NOT,
He might have some butter-in his hair. I’m pretty sure you’re out of luck, because the only thing that bastard is yelling for is to hear his own voice over his boss’s. And besides, he’d probably whack you in the face with his (three feet of) hair.
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59-kun
Hey, do you have a special form like Tsuna? ‘Cause I'm pretty sure that you have these awesome contacts that make your eyes the similar design of Tsuna's.
Anyways, you know how you're in the mafia? Well, I really think you should thank your sister for that. Why? She's the poison scorpion, the one who gave you poisoned cookies thus making you play the piano ‘beautifully’. Thus making you known as the piano boy. Thus making people say that you'll never be in the mafia. Thus you wanting to be in the mafia. Thus making you get dynamite, which got you into the mafia. And plus, if you didn't have a sister that somehow made you come to the mafia, you'd never meet Tsuna-chan. I'm just saying what I think is true.
your past stalker
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Dear My Sister RUINED MY CHILDHOOD,
Do you even know what you’re implying? You’re implying that I go thank the bitch for POISONING ME. Not just that-she did it for TWO YEARS. IN A ROW.
I can’t even eat her fucking food! She probably would’ve ruined my intestines if the idiot doctor hadn’t been there.
Che. I think my life would’ve run its course, with or without my sister trying to kill me. Like, once a week. I mean, I hated the way my family treated me, aside from her (and she tried to, y’know, KILL ME). You run the hell away from that kind of bull when you want to make something of yourself.
So thanks for trying. But no thanks.
…
<--Automatically Generated Message-->
Dear Owner,
Thank you for the deposit for the upgrade in storage space. A receipt has been sent to your account.
224189663-553
/*Do not reply to this message.*/
…
Gokudera ripped the cord out of his computer at that point and furiously called the company to get this sorted out. He tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for the automated system to come on, losing his temper more and more as he kept pushing buttons.
When he finally got to a real person, he found himself practically yelling at the poor girl. “You’d best take the damn charge from my account, or your boss might not find himself in one piece tomorrow morning!”
Running away from the receiver to go find her manager, over the course of the next hour, Gokudera got the charges removed, leaving him with a pleasant 1,223 Yen back in his bank account. He let out a sigh of relief after that, grumpily settling on his bed and refusing to go anywhere.
…
From his room, the brunette cast his brown eyes to the window. The baby in the suit next to him sat quietly.
“You know what’s got to be done. You’re not even going to be around here too much longer.”
His hands clenched in the sheets. “I know, Reborn. It’s just…we really could’ve worked. I don’t want to do this to him. Not Gokudera. It was bad enough with Yamamoto.”
“You don’t have a choice,” His tutor said quietly. “He’s going to get over it. He’ll be there when you come back and apologize.”
“That’s the thing,” Tsuna said, curling his legs up to his chest. “He’ll be here, and I don’t know I’ll still be first in his heart after this.”
“There’s more chances in the future, right?” Reborn calmly told him with a smile. “I wouldn’t worry about things too much.”
The brunette let out a sigh. “I guess you’re right. But I…do I really have to do it tomorrow?”
“Well, you’re leaving the day afterward, aren’t you?”
There was a pause before he murmured in response. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess I am.”
Against his nature, Reborn patting his arm before hopping up to his hammock and dosing off, his eyes open. Brown eyes flicked back to the window, picturing Gokudera’s smiling face and Yamamoto’s pained expression.
A slight frown came to his lips when he realized how badly things would fall apart with out the dainty patches he’d tried and probably failed to make of their relationship. With a bitter smile, he whispered to no one in particular. “This is good,” He said sadly, one tear escaping. “This is what’s right. For everyone.”
Around the room, everything looked neat and tidy-unusual, for the teenaged boy. But there were two black duffel bags in the corner; one small and clean, one out of sorts and still half-closed, but they looked ready for travel.
After all, the brunette and his small tutor weren’t going to be around here for too much longer.
…
A/N: OH HO, HELLO THERE, WRENCH IN THE STORY. 8D Stay tuned next chapter to figure out WHAT THE EFF IS GOING ON. :3
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ARC ONE IS OFFICIALLY OVER AFTER CHAPTER 22 (which is going to be FRIGGING LONG LONG LONG in honor of being the last chapter of this bit).
ARC TWO THEREFORE PICKS UP ON CHAPTER 23. What is arc two? You’ll just have to wait around and see, hrrm? :D
So, think you missed out because you just joined the bandwagon? NO WAY! CHALLENGE TWO starts now!
Rules:
-No one who won this time (michellehail44, MoyaMetalDango13, or matchmaker27) can win the next round. The people who are honorable mentions (of the next contest) will win, in the event that this happens. The contest for letters starts from after review number 325, so you guys have until 425 to get those in. However, the 400th review is still up for grabs.
-What to do: I have actual letter criteria challenges this time. I would like letters from the following categories:
-A character that has not yet spoken to Gokudera in this fic and/or letters from (particularly) Bianchi, Reborn, Shamal, or anyone who serves as a “parent” figure to Gokudera.
-UMAs (there’s going to be a second UMA special in chapter 25-ish)
-Letters intended to be sent to fem!Gokudera (chapter special 27-ish)
-Regular letters (Whatever you feel like sending me)
The winner from each of those categories will get an FST (AN ENTIRELY NEW ONE FROM THE FIRST CONTEST WINNERS), and this is absolute. However, only two people will get a fic as well, just for having the best overall letter. The 400th reviewer gets the FST and fic too, by the way. If it’s one of the winners from last time, though, either the 399th or the 401st reviewer will get the prize.
With all that said, try your best, guys! :D
Dear 59-kun
Indelible
From the inside of the disciplinary office, a certain Hibari Kyouya peered out the window of his school, smirking a little bit. His Vice Chairman, Kusababe, was standing near the door, rolling the piece of grass on his lips around for a while, his dark eyes blinking in confusion. Kyo-san…isn’t he smiling? A grimace crossed his face. That can’t be good.
“You know, Kusakabe,” The prefect practically purred the words, making his assistant shudder. “Aren’t couples just the most disgusting thing you’ve ever seen?”
The words made the poor teenager concerned. “I…whatever you say, Kyo-san.”
“Hmmm,” He raised an eyebrow at the so-obviously wrong answer. But apparently he wasn’t too hung up on it, thank goodness. Kusakabe let out a sigh of relief. “But you know,” The gray-eyed young man smirked again, crossing one long leg over the other. “One of those herbivores sank so low as to come crawling to me. Actually, no…two of them did.”
It was at this point the other prefect was confused. He saw the trio leave together, seeming as close as usual…or, they had, until he took a closer look. The tallest of the three was lagging behind the other two, his expression unreadable. The obnoxious silver-haired youth seemed to be clasping hands with the brunette, and the caramel-eyed youth was smiling from ear to ear, pleased as could be. When he saw Gokudera actually drift off and plant a kiss on Tsuna’s cheek, he had more of an idea of what his boss meant. Coughing awkwardly, he shuffled on his feet. “T-Two, Kyo-san?”
“Mmm,” Hibari replied, leaning back in his chair. “The smaller herbivore-who might not be as weak as I thought he was-came to me, broken-hearted, each time. First it was after the tall one-he rejected the leader’s confession a while back, before the loud one started licking the small one’s feet. Then he started falling for him…and after the last time, he didn’t want to be let down again. So, he goes anywhere but to the loud one, of course, trying to soothe his woes.” A wide smile split on his pale face. “He’s really rather cunning that way; only days after seeing myself, Yamamoto, him,” The word dripped with disdain, and therefore his Vice Chairman took that to mean a certain illusionist. “His previously beloved woman, and that girl from Kokuyo, but then hid his broken-heartedness under the guise of simply getting all of us to fall into his trap.” Kyouya actually chuckled a bit. “Although, the more I think about it, the more I think he’s still leading us on somehow, and this was his plan.”
The young man with the updo blinked furiously, outdone. “You’re not saying…you think Sawada is leading him on?!”
The black-haired disciplinary chairman waved his hand lazily. “Che. Sawada’s like a book with that idiot. They’re stupidly infatuated with each other. What I’m saying,” He paused, glancing at the retreating figures in the distance with a grin, he went on, flashing his sharp eyes to his right hand man slowly. “Is that all of this is going to come back and bite him in the ass. And he knows it.”
It finally dawned on Kusakabe what the young prefect was trying to say, and his dark eyes opened as wide as his mouth, shocked.
“Holy-”
…
“Shit!!” Gokudera cursed to no one in particular, patting his pockets down outside of Tsuna’s gate. “Sorry, Tenth,” The brunette glared at him softly, and he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean, urm, Tsu-…Tsu-I just can’t, Boss!”
Tsuna sighed, giving him a smile. “I’ll just have to deal, then,” And his green eyes shined. He cast a glance behind him to see Yamamoto looking at nothing in particular, his smile not reaching his half-glazed eyes. “Anyways, what’s the matter?”
“I’m supposed to do something for sis tonight,” He muttered frustratingly. “I’m really sorry about this.”
“It’s fine,” The brunette assured him, his long lashes falling on tanned cheeks. “I’ll be alright for a tonight.”
Leaning into the smaller boy’s advance, he let Tsuna expertly take his breath away, leaving the two of them flushed. Waving little fingers as his storm guardian rushed away, he turned back to his other friend, concerned.
There was an awkward silence for a while before the lighter haired of the two let out a sigh and kicked the pavement. “Yamamoto…I’m really worried about you.”
He rolled his light brown eyes. “Well, I mean…it’s not exactly like I’m the happiest guy on earth right now,” The little brunette’s lips curled down a little, and he felt guilt pang at his heart. “Besides…Gokudera and you are happy. I guess I’ll just…have to deal.”
Tsuna smiled a little bit. “Yeah,” he drawled, resisting the urge to let his fingers curl around the fabric over his heart. “Of course.”
Meanwhile, the only thing coursing through the shorter boy’s mind was, Reborn, please…you can’t do this to me. I can’t do this.
And through Yamamoto’s is, We’re all going to take this fall, and fast. Something tells me everything’s going straight to hell with this whole mess.
…
Bianchi, in the midst of brushing her damp hair, answered the door for her fuming brother, nonchalant. Her eyes were covered in aviator glasses dark enough to hide her similar seafoam-green eyes as she spoke. “I’m moving out,” She said simply enough, and Gokudera pulled his arms down in a cheer, green eyes bright. Fuck yes! “Oh, don’t get so excited, Hayato. It’s only for a couple of months.” He made a quick noise with his tongue and followed her into the house.
There wasn’t a whole load to move into the truck-which the male of the apartment refused to ask where it had come from-aside from her bed and her personal belongings. But that included the three boxes full of only clothes, and then another two of memorabilia. After she’d finished up, she gave her reluctant brother an affection ruffle of his hair and murmured, “Take care,” Before she hopped in the vehicle, turned the key, and zoomed off.
Reveling in the emptiness of his apartment (well, it had really been his before, and his sister had mostly been freeloading), he flopped onto his bed with an extra sense of appreciation.
After about half an hour of doing nothing more than turning up his music and relaxing, he rolled to his dresser, found a ponytail holder to pull his hair up and also his glasses to shove onto his nose so he wouldn’t have to squint at the monitor. He cracked his knuckles before he started, and replied to his messages quickly.
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Dear Inu-dera,
YAAAAAY~! Company~! Is it my lovely fishy? 'Cause I do love my fishy~! If you give me my lovely fishy, then I'll give you some insider information on something you want~!
Sincerely (Willing To Trade),
Silver74
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Dear I’m SO FUCKING TIRED of responding to you,
I…who’s your ‘fishy’? Ugh. Just go away.
Don’t worry. I have far superior sources to get these kinds of things from.
(And whatever the fuck it is you’re wanting me to trade: no thanks. I’d rather go smoke a puppy’s piss.)
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Dear 59-san
If you don't help me, you’ll have the death of a fourteen-year-old girl on our hands. No, this is not a suicide letter, but that doesn't sound as bad as what I might go through with here. That aside, how the HELL did you survive in your fight against Belphegor (AKA Prince the Ripper)? Don't ask me how, but since they're the fucking Varia and they can they bend the natural laws of the world or something, I'm being kept as his pet. Yes. PET. I DON'T EVEN…ADSJADS. You survived in a battle against him, so for the love of god HELP ME. The only reason my innards aren't trailing yet is because that gay guy (he's actually not too bad since I'm, you know, alive) keeps Poser the Creeper away. So, yeah, even though I'm pretty much SCREWED OVER, have any advice for freaking living?
~fml
(PS. I found this while on Lussuria's laptop, he has this on his favourites list. Yeah. Seriously.)
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Dear UGGGGH, THEY CAN JUST GO EAT SHIT,
Oh, trust me. I. Fucking. Hate. Those. Bastards. As for how I survived against pretty boy, it was because the Tenth wanted me to stay alive. Obviously.
As for being his pet, you are one unlucky pisstard. They’re all a bunch of psychos in there anyways, always tearing shit up. You should pray for your sanity, not your damn safety. Trust me, that’s sure to leave faster.
My advice? Go stick next to flamer mcflamefuck. You might be his type (if you’re a guy, that is).
…
Dear 59-san...
Y-you're being haunted... No! I'm not seeing things! There's a guy that looks just like you, only with red hair and a tattoo on his face, always hanging around you!
It's so creepy! I think he's being linked to you by that ring of yours... the one with the suspicious red aura... You should have it exorcised... or blessed! May I recommend myself?
-Namimori Miko-san
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Dear School + Night Time = GTFO
…Damn it, G. Why don’t you at least say something if you’re creeping on me!
As for being linked, you should just, you know, go hump a tree or something. My accessories are none of your business.
(Basically, HELL NO. You aren’t touching me or my rings. Even if G is hanging in my shadow.)
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Dear 59-kun,
I've got a question to ask of you...
What do I do when my dreams keep on screwing with my mind? Stupid things keep on turning up in my dreams. How do I keep that from happening? Every time I wake up from one of those dreams, my mindset is absolutely screwed.
…
Dear LSD is Illegal, Boys and Girls,
You see, there’s this fancy thing called YOU DON’T SHOOT UP BEFORE YOU SIT IN FRONT OF TECHNOLOGY. Or sleep. You know people die from doing that.
…Like by thinking that bears are attacking their hearts, and instead of fucking thinking this through, people who take acid think, “Oh, right! Might’s well stab ‘em! That’ll show those bears!”
Fucking retards.
…
Hayato,
Just to let you know, that love transcends all. Love will prevail until the end.
And I've baked cookies, so come over tomorrow for your share, otherwise Tsuna would have to finish everything again.
Your Loving sister
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Dear God, Thought I’d Gotten Rid of You Already,
…You know, you could’ve said this a couple hours ago. Besides…didn’t you move?
…IF YOU MOVED INTO THE TENTH’S HOUSE, I WILL BE SO PISSED. YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW.
Oh, I’m coming. Fuck this shit.
…
Dear 59-kun,
Oh yeah...my “darker” side (yes, I have two sides) is now emo-ing in an emo corner and whining, "Gokudera-kun is going to killl meeeeee! And I can’t find my nappo!" She’s giving me a headache...please send her strawberry milk or something to shut her up.
I still need to capture Bel...and Hibari...and all those other hotties...(I gave up on Tsuna-kun since he's obviously Giotto’s-I mean, YOURS.) Any advice...?
(By the way, I’m armed with scissors, a big bag of marshmallows, and some pineapple filling for a pie or something.)
SOS~~~
(P.S. I’m protected since I wear two belts, like you. 8D),
-Hiding in your closet
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Dear NECROPHILIA = DO NOT WANT,
Your other side needs to learn how to lock itself in the closet. And fucking stay there. Because I’m not doing your stupid work for you.
As for capturing them, I can promise you-you’re going to fail. I mean, you can’t even shut your other self up.
…Pineapple filling? Really? Your cavities are going to be awful. Have fun having dentures when you’re sixty.
(FUCK THAT, MAN. DON’T DISS THE ACCESSORIES.)
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59,
What the hell- Why am I... Never mind.
Hey, little me-the only reason you think I have too much time is I can hardly be working when there's nothing to work on here. Oh yeah, the affairs of ten years ago will really be a threat to the Vongola.
Anyway, really, you better stop. The me of ten y-that is, twenty years later for you, says his lungs are pretty bad now. Damn nicotine is addictive though...
- Older you
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Dear I…This…What…
Future myself’s: THIS IS NOT HELPING. Obviously, if I changed anything, it’s already changed in the future.
OH THAT’S RIGHT. I didn’t. So yeah.
You’re only thirty-something, me! Suck it up.
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Yo 59,
Hey you, give the poor kid a chance, worthless.
- G
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Dear Who The Hell Am I Even Supposed To Be Giving A Chance?,
THANKS FOR FINALLY SPEAKING UP. Y’KNOW, AFTER SCARING PRIESTESSES AND SHIT ALL DAY.
(Would’ve been nice to, y’know, maybe, warn me? But noooo.)
…
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Dear Owner,
Your storage limit has almost been reached for this service. You will have to pay 1,223 Yen for a lifetime upgrade or else cease services to this list until some have been deleted.
Thank you for your time.
/*Do not respond do this message.*/
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Dear OH HELL NO,
I’m calling the company right fucking now and if anything goes wrong, I will kill ALL OF YOU BASTARDS.
I REFUSE TO PAY THIS! THIS IS A DAMN FREE SERVICE.
…
59-tan!
I really love your hair! It's so pretty and short. So hey, do you use Garnier Fructis? Also, can I pet your hair at school? I felt it once and it was sooooo~ silky. Hee hee, and you don't even know who I am~
from a random chic
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Dear That’s So Fucking Creepy, I Don’t Even,
…Okay, who stole my hair from the showers after gym? That’s just nasty. Uggh. You’re even more disgusting for having touched that.
But my shampoo secrets are just that-secrets. This hair doesn’t take care of its damn self, you know.
…
59-person
Urg, I am eating a muffin and need butter. If I ask that loud shark person named 'Squalo' if he has butter... will he have some? Because honestly, he keeps saying 'voi' and I'm pretty sure that means butter in Finnish... But, I'll sneak into your house and steal all your butter.
A lazy fat asari
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Dear HA HA HA, YOU’RE SO HILARIOUS-EXCEPT YOU’RE NOT,
He might have some butter-in his hair. I’m pretty sure you’re out of luck, because the only thing that bastard is yelling for is to hear his own voice over his boss’s. And besides, he’d probably whack you in the face with his (three feet of) hair.
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59-kun
Hey, do you have a special form like Tsuna? ‘Cause I'm pretty sure that you have these awesome contacts that make your eyes the similar design of Tsuna's.
Anyways, you know how you're in the mafia? Well, I really think you should thank your sister for that. Why? She's the poison scorpion, the one who gave you poisoned cookies thus making you play the piano ‘beautifully’. Thus making you known as the piano boy. Thus making people say that you'll never be in the mafia. Thus you wanting to be in the mafia. Thus making you get dynamite, which got you into the mafia. And plus, if you didn't have a sister that somehow made you come to the mafia, you'd never meet Tsuna-chan. I'm just saying what I think is true.
your past stalker
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Dear My Sister RUINED MY CHILDHOOD,
Do you even know what you’re implying? You’re implying that I go thank the bitch for POISONING ME. Not just that-she did it for TWO YEARS. IN A ROW.
I can’t even eat her fucking food! She probably would’ve ruined my intestines if the idiot doctor hadn’t been there.
Che. I think my life would’ve run its course, with or without my sister trying to kill me. Like, once a week. I mean, I hated the way my family treated me, aside from her (and she tried to, y’know, KILL ME). You run the hell away from that kind of bull when you want to make something of yourself.
So thanks for trying. But no thanks.
…
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224189663-553
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…
Gokudera ripped the cord out of his computer at that point and furiously called the company to get this sorted out. He tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for the automated system to come on, losing his temper more and more as he kept pushing buttons.
When he finally got to a real person, he found himself practically yelling at the poor girl. “You’d best take the damn charge from my account, or your boss might not find himself in one piece tomorrow morning!”
Running away from the receiver to go find her manager, over the course of the next hour, Gokudera got the charges removed, leaving him with a pleasant 1,223 Yen back in his bank account. He let out a sigh of relief after that, grumpily settling on his bed and refusing to go anywhere.
…
From his room, the brunette cast his brown eyes to the window. The baby in the suit next to him sat quietly.
“You know what’s got to be done. You’re not even going to be around here too much longer.”
His hands clenched in the sheets. “I know, Reborn. It’s just…we really could’ve worked. I don’t want to do this to him. Not Gokudera. It was bad enough with Yamamoto.”
“You don’t have a choice,” His tutor said quietly. “He’s going to get over it. He’ll be there when you come back and apologize.”
“That’s the thing,” Tsuna said, curling his legs up to his chest. “He’ll be here, and I don’t know I’ll still be first in his heart after this.”
“There’s more chances in the future, right?” Reborn calmly told him with a smile. “I wouldn’t worry about things too much.”
The brunette let out a sigh. “I guess you’re right. But I…do I really have to do it tomorrow?”
“Well, you’re leaving the day afterward, aren’t you?”
There was a pause before he murmured in response. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess I am.”
Against his nature, Reborn patting his arm before hopping up to his hammock and dosing off, his eyes open. Brown eyes flicked back to the window, picturing Gokudera’s smiling face and Yamamoto’s pained expression.
A slight frown came to his lips when he realized how badly things would fall apart with out the dainty patches he’d tried and probably failed to make of their relationship. With a bitter smile, he whispered to no one in particular. “This is good,” He said sadly, one tear escaping. “This is what’s right. For everyone.”
Around the room, everything looked neat and tidy-unusual, for the teenaged boy. But there were two black duffel bags in the corner; one small and clean, one out of sorts and still half-closed, but they looked ready for travel.
After all, the brunette and his small tutor weren’t going to be around here for too much longer.
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A/N: OH HO, HELLO THERE, WRENCH IN THE STORY. 8D Stay tuned next chapter to figure out WHAT THE EFF IS GOING ON. :3
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