thrice.
I SWEAR TO YOU KIRI, THIS IS TOTES WORKSAFE. I mean, there's like, a kiss. The only thing that could be bad is the BL, but it's so mild, I don't even...yeah. P:
Enjoy!
Thrice.
The slap resounded in the dim room, leaving a red mark on his face. Holding his gaze steady, the brunette didn’t permit his eyes to waver, nor did his mouth twitch. He’d been prepared for this.
The taller male kept his dark eyes hardened, the little light shining through the windows hitting his eyes. “I don’t know what the hell you were thinking, trying to pull this, but you were way out of line,” He shoved his hat back on his messy hair and pivoted on his hell. “Don’t you dare do that again.”
He walked away, leather shoes padding nearly silently on the wooden floors, steps easy from years of experience. Once the man had left, the other male in the room let out a sigh, rubbing his cheek. He didn’t have to hit me so hard. Loosening his tie, Sawada Tsunayoshi let his eyes fall closed. But I know it’s only because he cares. Maybe that’s what makes things so hard to deal with. A sad smile crossed his face, and he was ready to flop down for a short nap before a knock came at his door. “Come in,” He said, and one Gokudera Hayato strolled in, a worried look on his face. Well, it seemed worried, at least, mostly because his head was covered in bandages, and both of his cheeks had healing gashes on them, so it was a bit difficult to find the man’s seafoam-green eyes under that and his lengthy fringe.
“Boss, I wouldn’t worry so much,” He assured him, letting a thin, heavily accessorized hand fall on the smaller man’s shoulder. “It wasn’t your fault this happened.”
Tsunayoshi chuckled a bit, gratefully placing a hand on top of his storm guardian’s. “It’s alright. He’s actually not so angry about that as the fact that I lied. To him, of all people.”
The silver-haired man blinked a couple times before grimacing, but eventually settled for nodding instead. “Well, if you need anything, you know where to find me,” Gokudera said softly, kissing his boss’s hand and slinking out of the room.
Finally silent in the room, save for his own breath, the brunette first sunk into his bed, and then curled up. It was far too cold in this bed without him. He finished taking off his coat and tie half-heartedly, knees close to his chest after his hands had fallen.
He guessed that had been the last straw. First, he’d given Reborn orders to take care of Lambo on a mission-that was irritating enough for the tall man with the chameleon. Then, he’d sent him to the other side of the world on a mission that wasn’t even really his, all in the name of trying to get away with something back in Italy.
What he’d gotten away with was leading an attack Reborn had disapproved of several times, but the enemy was holding one of the brunette’s old classmates captive, and he couldn’t let it pass. Tsuna, who knew their leader was simply too powerful for his guardians alone to handle, joined the fray, easily wiping all but the boss out together with the three he’d brought along-Gokudera, Yamamoto, and Ryohei. However, it had all backfired when he pulled out his trump cards, leaving the three of them mortally wounded in their strive to achieve success, and Tsuna himself mostly unharmed, but feeling far more guilty than he had previously. They’d pulled out with the girl, and when Reborn came back, the third, and last, straw, was that no one had told him about this. Tsuna had said they’d gone on their own missions as well, and explained away the girl being on Vongola headquarters by saying she was merely visiting.
But he was sharp. Reborn knew that something was amiss. He gave Tsuna something of a cold shoulder before blowing up on him in his usual quiet manner, leaving his partner unsurprised but still feeling like something was missing.
Tsuna tried to sleep in that room, uneasy.
…
It grew late. Too late, in fact. And too dark. He knew Reborn played in the shadows-far more than he ever had in his lifetime, in fact-but four in the morning?
Worried, the brunette stood up hastily and halfway straightened himself out. Pacing as quietly as he could manage, he wrapped the coat around his shoulders, slid into his shoes, and pushed the window in the far left corner up. Halfway through slipping onto the shingles, he looked up like a deer in headlights, hearing someone enter the room.
“Reborn?” He whispered, his gloved fists up in the event that it wasn’t him. Brown eyes narrowed. “That you?”
“No,” Hibari answered smoothly before leaning against the doorway. “Just wanted to tell you not to screw up this time, Herbivore.”
Blinking a couple times in confusion, Tsunayoshi realized with a small chuckle that this was his way of saying, “You screwed up. So what? Go fix it.”
“Thanks, Hibari-san,” He whispered, and with a trained quickfoot, he started a run that turned into floating on his own flames, the one on his forehead burning like a bright lighthouse’s beam for his partner.
…
It took some time, and a horrid time of trying to contact Xanxus to see if he’d seen him around the VARIA’s headquarters. After being crudely cursed out and having the line of communication cut by his having broken the phone into pieces, he shook his head.
So the brunette kept at it, looking in all of his haunts. The bar. The alleyways. The shooting range. Anything.
He’d finally stopped on the ground, a flush on his cheeks from the cold air against them. He thought for a moment, and realized at last where the man might be. Following his intuition, he went back to the house where he’d carried out that particular event, he found himself there in matter of minutes, and lo and behold, Reborn had dutifully found some more people inside of the ruins, and he was undoubtedly cleaning up his mess. By the time Tsuna came to stand on the ground next to him, he was already wiping his hands of the mess. The brunette stormed up to him breathlessly, frustrated and ashamed all at once of his two-bit work.
“Now what are you doing, if you were so against this?” He said angrily in a whisper to the taller man. “I thought you were pissed at me for screwing it up!”
“I am pissed at you for screwing it up,” Reborn muttered, kicking the man under his left heel out of the way, carrying on despite his partner’s grimace. “Who do you think you are, Ghandi, always trying to save everyone?”
“She needed our help-besides, she’s…a friend.”
“No, she was someone associated with your old life,” Reborn stressed harshly, his dark eyes glinting furiously in the dark. “If you keep letting this get in the way of your work, I’m not going to let you stay in your seat.” He clenched his tan hands, letting his head fall to his chest.
There was an awkward, tense silence between them before the man with curly sideburns kicked the young man he’d been keeping a keen watch on all these years. Tsuna fell, but only winced, rubbing his sore nose. He’d be treated to far worse in these five years.
“Don’t do it again,” The hitman muttered quietly. “I don’t grant second chances. You already know that, useless.”
Tsuna, although he’d been sent to the ground, smiled a bit. The words were heavily guarded, because Reborn didn’t want anyone to know his true feelings, but when he extended his long arm to him, they clasped hands, and the taller man let him continue to hold it.
“I missed this,” The brunette said almost to himself, and he certainly couldn’t complain when Reborn gave him one last breath-taking kiss before slinking away and heading back to their room by himself.
The young man could only stare at his hands, wishing and hoping that they could one day be as strong and steady as Reborn’s, and he prayed his mind would stay just as clear, despite the darkness they faced each day.
For now, he let the feel of the older man’s lips on his own stay as a reminder.
I don’t grant second chances.
And Tsuna wasn’t going to risk losing him.
A/N: Thanks, and happy birthday Tsu-kun and Reborn! C:
Enjoy!
Thrice.
The slap resounded in the dim room, leaving a red mark on his face. Holding his gaze steady, the brunette didn’t permit his eyes to waver, nor did his mouth twitch. He’d been prepared for this.
The taller male kept his dark eyes hardened, the little light shining through the windows hitting his eyes. “I don’t know what the hell you were thinking, trying to pull this, but you were way out of line,” He shoved his hat back on his messy hair and pivoted on his hell. “Don’t you dare do that again.”
He walked away, leather shoes padding nearly silently on the wooden floors, steps easy from years of experience. Once the man had left, the other male in the room let out a sigh, rubbing his cheek. He didn’t have to hit me so hard. Loosening his tie, Sawada Tsunayoshi let his eyes fall closed. But I know it’s only because he cares. Maybe that’s what makes things so hard to deal with. A sad smile crossed his face, and he was ready to flop down for a short nap before a knock came at his door. “Come in,” He said, and one Gokudera Hayato strolled in, a worried look on his face. Well, it seemed worried, at least, mostly because his head was covered in bandages, and both of his cheeks had healing gashes on them, so it was a bit difficult to find the man’s seafoam-green eyes under that and his lengthy fringe.
“Boss, I wouldn’t worry so much,” He assured him, letting a thin, heavily accessorized hand fall on the smaller man’s shoulder. “It wasn’t your fault this happened.”
Tsunayoshi chuckled a bit, gratefully placing a hand on top of his storm guardian’s. “It’s alright. He’s actually not so angry about that as the fact that I lied. To him, of all people.”
The silver-haired man blinked a couple times before grimacing, but eventually settled for nodding instead. “Well, if you need anything, you know where to find me,” Gokudera said softly, kissing his boss’s hand and slinking out of the room.
Finally silent in the room, save for his own breath, the brunette first sunk into his bed, and then curled up. It was far too cold in this bed without him. He finished taking off his coat and tie half-heartedly, knees close to his chest after his hands had fallen.
He guessed that had been the last straw. First, he’d given Reborn orders to take care of Lambo on a mission-that was irritating enough for the tall man with the chameleon. Then, he’d sent him to the other side of the world on a mission that wasn’t even really his, all in the name of trying to get away with something back in Italy.
What he’d gotten away with was leading an attack Reborn had disapproved of several times, but the enemy was holding one of the brunette’s old classmates captive, and he couldn’t let it pass. Tsuna, who knew their leader was simply too powerful for his guardians alone to handle, joined the fray, easily wiping all but the boss out together with the three he’d brought along-Gokudera, Yamamoto, and Ryohei. However, it had all backfired when he pulled out his trump cards, leaving the three of them mortally wounded in their strive to achieve success, and Tsuna himself mostly unharmed, but feeling far more guilty than he had previously. They’d pulled out with the girl, and when Reborn came back, the third, and last, straw, was that no one had told him about this. Tsuna had said they’d gone on their own missions as well, and explained away the girl being on Vongola headquarters by saying she was merely visiting.
But he was sharp. Reborn knew that something was amiss. He gave Tsuna something of a cold shoulder before blowing up on him in his usual quiet manner, leaving his partner unsurprised but still feeling like something was missing.
Tsuna tried to sleep in that room, uneasy.
…
It grew late. Too late, in fact. And too dark. He knew Reborn played in the shadows-far more than he ever had in his lifetime, in fact-but four in the morning?
Worried, the brunette stood up hastily and halfway straightened himself out. Pacing as quietly as he could manage, he wrapped the coat around his shoulders, slid into his shoes, and pushed the window in the far left corner up. Halfway through slipping onto the shingles, he looked up like a deer in headlights, hearing someone enter the room.
“Reborn?” He whispered, his gloved fists up in the event that it wasn’t him. Brown eyes narrowed. “That you?”
“No,” Hibari answered smoothly before leaning against the doorway. “Just wanted to tell you not to screw up this time, Herbivore.”
Blinking a couple times in confusion, Tsunayoshi realized with a small chuckle that this was his way of saying, “You screwed up. So what? Go fix it.”
“Thanks, Hibari-san,” He whispered, and with a trained quickfoot, he started a run that turned into floating on his own flames, the one on his forehead burning like a bright lighthouse’s beam for his partner.
…
It took some time, and a horrid time of trying to contact Xanxus to see if he’d seen him around the VARIA’s headquarters. After being crudely cursed out and having the line of communication cut by his having broken the phone into pieces, he shook his head.
So the brunette kept at it, looking in all of his haunts. The bar. The alleyways. The shooting range. Anything.
He’d finally stopped on the ground, a flush on his cheeks from the cold air against them. He thought for a moment, and realized at last where the man might be. Following his intuition, he went back to the house where he’d carried out that particular event, he found himself there in matter of minutes, and lo and behold, Reborn had dutifully found some more people inside of the ruins, and he was undoubtedly cleaning up his mess. By the time Tsuna came to stand on the ground next to him, he was already wiping his hands of the mess. The brunette stormed up to him breathlessly, frustrated and ashamed all at once of his two-bit work.
“Now what are you doing, if you were so against this?” He said angrily in a whisper to the taller man. “I thought you were pissed at me for screwing it up!”
“I am pissed at you for screwing it up,” Reborn muttered, kicking the man under his left heel out of the way, carrying on despite his partner’s grimace. “Who do you think you are, Ghandi, always trying to save everyone?”
“She needed our help-besides, she’s…a friend.”
“No, she was someone associated with your old life,” Reborn stressed harshly, his dark eyes glinting furiously in the dark. “If you keep letting this get in the way of your work, I’m not going to let you stay in your seat.” He clenched his tan hands, letting his head fall to his chest.
There was an awkward, tense silence between them before the man with curly sideburns kicked the young man he’d been keeping a keen watch on all these years. Tsuna fell, but only winced, rubbing his sore nose. He’d be treated to far worse in these five years.
“Don’t do it again,” The hitman muttered quietly. “I don’t grant second chances. You already know that, useless.”
Tsuna, although he’d been sent to the ground, smiled a bit. The words were heavily guarded, because Reborn didn’t want anyone to know his true feelings, but when he extended his long arm to him, they clasped hands, and the taller man let him continue to hold it.
“I missed this,” The brunette said almost to himself, and he certainly couldn’t complain when Reborn gave him one last breath-taking kiss before slinking away and heading back to their room by himself.
The young man could only stare at his hands, wishing and hoping that they could one day be as strong and steady as Reborn’s, and he prayed his mind would stay just as clear, despite the darkness they faced each day.
For now, he let the feel of the older man’s lips on his own stay as a reminder.
I don’t grant second chances.
And Tsuna wasn’t going to risk losing him.
A/N: Thanks, and happy birthday Tsu-kun and Reborn! C: