dear 59-kun 19
A/N: I’M BAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! I swear, I apologize a thousand times for this taking so long, but regular updates are back, FINALLY! In fact, later today there will be the first chapter of the SECOND ARC! I hope you all haven’t forgotten me, I haven’t abandoned this project, and DON’T FORGET ABOUT THE CONTEST! (See the previous chapter for more details, because I’m pretty sure you guys have forgotten.)
Thank you everyone for being patient, and since November’s almost over, it’s time to get back in the DFNK groove! 8D As for you guys who I owe fics to, they should be coming out this week too. Sorry everything took so long! D:
Dear 59-kun
Distance & Heart
Tsuna sat on his bed, angry with himself for several reasons. He supposed that it all came back to a one Gokudera Hayato, however.
His brown eyes closed tightly in pain. He clenched his fists in his pants. Shaking his head of these thoughts, he forced a natural-looking smile onto his face, stood, and slung his carrier bag over his shoulder.
“Don’t forget,” Reborn chided him from his perch. “Even if you’ve messed this up, there’s no turning back now.”
Then he let out a resigned sort of sigh. “I know, alright,” He pinched the bridge of his nose one more time. “I know.”
The baby let out a sigh of his own, feeling bad for the boy, but he couldn’t grow soft on him just yet. Maybe one day you’ll forgive me, Tsuna.
In the meantime, the sun rose.
…
The silver-haired youth woke to the feeling of accomplishment last night when he’d been dealing with that telemarketing scheme. However, soon following that, a bad feeling grew in his gut. Not one to ignore his instincts, Gokudera called Tsuna to make sure that everything was okay. Upon getting a response in the negative, the green-eyed boy let out a sigh and continued to go about his morning business-showering, eating breakfast, tossing on clothes, and lastly placing a cigarette on his lips.
Taking a moment to glance at the clock, he noted that he still had a little over an hour before he needed to get to Tsuna’s house and pick him up for school. Grinning, he pushed the button for his laptop to turn on, and cracked his knuckles, deciding that while he was in such a good mood, he might’s well answer messages from his adoring public.
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Dear fuck-you-shitting-dera:
Do you have too little life that you spend your fucking time replying to fag-pets? Honestly, I’ve never met you or heard about any of your fucking business, but since I too have little-to-no life scale lately I decided to send you some of the fuckiest "letters", fucktard. (There should be more than one fucking curse as strong.)
Oh, and-dear sonofacunt, why in fuck's name are you so fucking gay? Not only it is so retarded that Adam L would be ashamed of his sexuality if you shared it but it's also so fucking damn hell-bidden to be a crotch. Don't you feel drastically disgusting? It's not like you look straight or anything but at least spare Tsuna for the better gender, motherfucker. Why don't you go fuck a cow or something? You'd make better babies, bitch!
xoxo
the-world-a-better-place maker
...
And, of course, some ass had to go and ruin his buzz.
Dear FUCK YOU, FUCKASS,
Excuse me, but the last time I checked, I was supposed to be answering all your stupid little messages, no matter who they’re from, and frankly speaking, I’d much rather be answering messages from my “fag-pets” than from you, asstart. (Besides, if it offends you SO GODDAMN MUCH you shouldn’t even BE here.)
I sense denial in your fucking hostility, asshole. What, too scared to go tell mommy you like it up the ass? SOMEONE FLY THIS SHIT TO THE PRESSES, IT’S FUCKING GOLDEN.
…And people wonder why humanity is falling. It’s because morons-like-you decide to fuck cows. Which I won’t be doing by the way.
(EAT SHIT AND FUCK YOU.)
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5..59-kun!
Remember that last letter I sent with the animals on fire?
I swear to god I just saw a friggin Ponyta! .. or.. Rapidash.. it was pretty big, but it didn't have a horn, so it's probably considered a Ponyta... but I just saw I horse with flames for a mane, and holy crap!
I want in on these real-life Pokemon!
Though I'm not exactly sure how to capture them...
I especially want that cute kitten that's been strutting around; perhaps you've seen it? Its long tail is pretty hard to miss, not to mention it's ears are on fire...
I bet it evolves into something badass!
I just need to figure out how to capture it.
Any tips? You seem familiar with these real-life Pokemon.
From,
Soon-to-be-a-Pokemon-master
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Dear Hallucinogens Are Illegal, Kids.
Well you see, these “real-life pokemon” you’ve been seeing is just a product of television brainwashing you. Look at this internet page. Back and forth, back and forther…you’re getting very sleepy…
See? Hypnotism. OBEY.
(“DAMN IT URI, I TOLD YOU TO STAY IN THE BOX. GAAAAAAH, NOW THERE ARE IDIOTS OUT HERE THAT KNOW YOUR FACE!”)
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Dear Gokudera-kun,
Haru hates YOU!
You are a TWO-TIMING SELFISH ITALIAN DICK WHO STOLE THE INNOCENCE OF MY BELOVED TSUNA-SAN! YOU STOLE TSUNA-SAN FROM HARU!
But then, why did Haru saw you kissing Yamamoto and making out with him in his house?
I thought you love Tsuna-san! LIAR! CHEATER! DECEIVER!
-Namahage
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Dear Actually…,
HOW THE HELL AM I A TWO-TIMER! I have been nothing by loyal to Tenth, even through all the shit with certain baseball-idiots-that-will-not-be-named.
I DO LOVE HIM, STUPID WOMAN! (Well…I’m 99% sure.)
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Dear 59-kun,
Congratulations on your beautiful life that's still pretty screwed up. Oh well. Will you consider writing a book on your life someday?
~Justcurious
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Dear Hell No,
…Thanks? And also, abso-fucking-lutely-not. I don’t want more than the entirety of Namimori knowing all of my damn business. And due to the grape-vine ‘round these parts, it’s already been pretty inescapable.
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Dear Hayato-san
There is a guy who I have a crush on, but you see-everyone keeps telling me that he's SHORT!
Is it so wrong to date a guy the same height as me?
What is your opinion now that you’re dating someone who is shorter than you?
PS. I really don't know if you know this but I think that if you’re torn in between the two, just let your heart decide.
~ChibiGuyLover~
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Dear Siiiiiiiiigh,
Who the fuck cares? You can go out with a midget if you want to, by god. Screw their opinions to hell anyways.
Besides, even if he’s short, I don’t care. I like him how he is. Besides, he’ll probably grow. We’re only fourteen.
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Dear 59,
My damn boss fucking hates me. He throws fucking glass plates at me for no reason.
And I have to pay for all of them.
And when I point out that I didn't do anything, he FUCKING POINTS HIS DAMN GUN AT ME AND OH GODDAMMIT, I NEED TO KILL SOMEONE NOW.
That ain't all, kid. Nope, that's just the tip of his angry, bad-tempered, asshattery of an iceberg. He complains I swear too much, but hey, LOOK WHO'S TALKING, DAMN BOSS-WHO-SWEARS-MORE-THAN-ME.
Yeah, you must be thinking, "why the HELL are you telling me all this shit?" Well, I don't know. I don't fucking care. I just need to do something 'cause my damn boss just threw a five thousand-dollar plate at me. Which missed and hit the wall, smashing into a million pieces. WHOOPEE.
So, be thankful 'cause you're lucky, brat. If your boss ever starts throwing plates at you...THAT'S LIFE. FUCKING DEAL WITH IT. WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF DAMN BOSSES.
Oh, I almost forgot. KEEP THAT FUCKING COW-BRAT OFF THE COMPUTER. HE SENDS ME SPAM EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
And I hate it. FUCKING HATE IT.
Dodging-flying-plates-professional
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Dear FUCK YOUR BOSS AND HIS GODAWFUL FUCKING PLATES,
I don’t need a telling off from you, mister my-hair-could-win-a-fucking-record. Besides, my boss is a thousand times better than assholes-are-us who don’t get off their asses unless the family’s in the middle of a crisis.
Besides, even if both of you cursed in equal amount, you’re always fucking yelling! AT EVERYTHING.
I think you deserve plates thrown at your head. You probably knock over and break as many as he throws with your stupid hair. Have fun docking all that from your salary, ha!
Also…I think I’ll let him send you more. Anything to piss you off.
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Ciaossu 59,
Yo. its me, Rina. So...I have something that’s been killing me that I’ve wanted to tell you for some time now. Actually, I have several things to say.
One, when it comes to love, you have to take chances. Its a hurt or be hurt thing. It's filled with its ups and downs but no matter what, keep firm in your beliefs. And I know for a fact you know how to do that, otherwise you wouldn't be such a great fighter and strategist. Anyways you should be happy to know that you have two people loving you, but if you really love someone then stay committed.
Also, how about you tell Tsuna ALL about your issues. And I mean tell him the minute they happen. Now, I don’t mean to offend you but this is pretty pathetic that I'M giving you advice because I suck at love and I’m known as a heartbreaker around these parts. So please oh please solve your problem soon!
Anyways, the second thing i wanted to say to you is, HELL NO! I don't want to be a boy. I do take SOME pride in being a woman, even if a good majority of the female population irks me and I don't know how to deal with them. (Shut up. Don't say a damned thing-I know it’s pathetic already. So stfu.)
Now that I have all that off of my chest I will ask for some advice. I am being stalked by a bunch of perverts. No matter how much I whoop their asses they still come back like they're masochists or something! It’s freaking me out! What the fuc-fudge should I do? Their groping is disturbing! I've even tried Bianchi's poison cooking and I'm tempted trace back to my Italian heritage so I can try and get into the mafia or something! Hell, some of those stalkers are weirdoes and not saying I’m not sorta one too, but it just makes them more persistent! They say I’m so 'tsundere' or 'moe' or whatever. It scares me, damn it! Its fuc-I mean frigging disturbing! *Shudders* I'm seriously thinking of joining the Vongola or something so that I can kill people like that...I am very skilled in the medical field so I do know how to kill someone and make it so that NO ONE would ever be able to figure out who did it or that it was even a murder...
Arriverderla mi amico! (If you don't mind me calling you my friend.)
p.s. Do you want to have debates on stuff too? You’re smart and it’s hard to find intelligent people who haven't lost it already where I live. Also, you understand various languages so that makes it easier on me. Ciao-Ciao!
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Dear HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, IS THERE ANYTHING YOU DIDN’T SHOVE IN THIS MESSAGE?,
As for the love thing, I’m not really worried about that damn baseball freak and his misconceived notion of ‘love’. Really, I’m not. (Cough.) I’m nothing if not committed to the Tenth anyhow.
Besides, I don’t wish to become a burden to the Tenth by weighing him down with more problems. He’s already busy enough. And also, it’s none of your business whether my problems are solved or not, is it?
Meh, even women can’t stand women, further proving my theory: they’re either insane, or they’re UMAs. Che.
I personally think that you should start by setting their nose hairs on fire. After you do that, KICK ‘EM IN THE GNADS! As for joining the mafia, best of luck with that. If you can help me track down certain women that are kind proud and walk around practically flaunting their business, even though they’re UMAs, maybe you’d pass in my opinion. Maybe.
And if I minded? Most of the people around here would accuse me of lying anyways. (Pig-headed assholes.)
As for debate, it would depend on whether I even had the time. (Which I don’t. At all.)
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Dear 59-chan,
Let's just say that the effects of the Mare ring were completely undone, including my death.
No, I don't have any cavities, because I brush my teeth! Also, Namimori doesn't have that many marshmallows. Dakara, I ran out quickly. Come on, tell me~ or I'll force you~
Say Hi to Tsu-chan and the rest for me, won't you?
IEatMarshmallows
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Dear OH HELLZ TO THE NAH,
AKSDHSADDSA, WTF ON TOAST.
SOMEONE! SOMEONE HURRY UP AND DIAL 119 RIGHT THE FUCK NOW. IT’S AN EMERGENCY. (NO, NOT FOR YOUR MARSHMALLOWS. FOR YOUR EXISTENCE. AT ALL. UGGGGGGGH)
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Dear 59,
BA~RO! That wasn't Pineapples or whatever, ba~ro. That was us Real Six Funeral Wreaths, idjit! Make that five, Ghost is dead.
Give me a source for lava or something like it, ba~ro. As in, NOW.
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Dear IF THIS IS A DREAM, THIS IS THE WORST FUCKING DREAM EVERRRRRRRR,
WHY THE FUCK ARE THEY EVEN ALIVE?!?!?!? THIS IS JUST FAN-TUCKING-FASTIC.
Fuck you! Get your own damn lava! Actually, don’t. It makes life easier for me.
AND TELL YOUR LEADER UP THERE TO STOP BOTHERING ME ABOUT FUCKING MARSHMALLOWS.
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Dear Brat,
Ushishishi~ Ever heard of threats and laptops? Of course not, you're a peasant, ushishishi.
Try getting a way to kick a Froggy illusionist's ass out of your peasant brain. Ushishishi~ the Prince is doing you a favor to do something, peasants shouldn't be bored. That makes them boring, shishishi.
-Prince the Ripper-
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Dear I REFUSE to acknowledge that you assholes still haven’t broken those things into a million pieces,
Have you ever head of dynamite strapped to your cock? Because you’re about to, really, really soon.
Also, it’s your own damn business trying to get rid of that asshat. As for me, I’d stab him. Thirty-seven times. In the ribs.
And I’m NOT bored. Nor do I want your help. GO THE FRACK AWAY.
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Dear 59
Ah...senpai...stop with the knives...
Worst Bomber Alive-san, can you do me a favor and ignore that thing above?
-26-
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Dear I. HATE. ALL. OF. YOU.,
NO I CANNOT IGNORE IT, BECAUSE CERTAIN PEOPLE IN YOUR ORGANIZATION KEEP DOING THIS. TIME AND TIME AGAIN.
DAMN WHOEVER GAVE YOU ALL LAPTOPS TO HELL.
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To 59 ,
I saw this EXTREMELY weird thing by the front door of Sawad- ... I mean , my EXTREME (who for some UNEXTREME reason , EXTREMELY doesn't want to join the boxing club!) friend's house! It looked like a switch. And when I pressed it , it EXTREMELY went like "ding...dong..."! I EXTREMELY freaked out and ran away
as EXTREMELY fast as I can!
Was there an EXTREME monster inside Sawad- , my EXTREME friend's house? I went to report it to the leader of our Disciplinary Committee and he threw a dictionary to me! That was EXTREMELY RUDE!
Oh and were you wondering how I got my grammar , spelling and punctuation , correct? Or how I even wrote this thing? Easy , Hibar- I mean , the leader of the Disciplinary Committee (of Love) , typed it for me.
JOIN THE BOXING CLUB!
-BOXING4LIFE
(PS. Teach this herbivore. Anything. I don't freakin' care. Just teach him.)
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Dear How In the Seven Hells Do You Expect Me To Be Able To Teach that Moron, Then?
…It’s a doorbell. Could you possibly have less than a brain than you already had?
Hibari, please, just…kill him. It’s for the sake of humankind.
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Hey 59,or say Vongola tenth storm guardian,
Seems that G. beat me into writing in this...
HELP!
Decimo seems to be troubled lately and even screamed into my ring twice. Do visit him more often so that he won't keep screaming, thanks.
-Vongola Primo.
P.S The Vongola Tenth rain guardian seems to be visiting Decimo lately, I wonder why?
P.S.S We learnt how to use the computer after being stuck in the ring since you guys seem to be using it really often.
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Dear …What.,
I’ll do my best to figure out what’s wrong with the boss. As for the idiot…I don’t know myself. All I can say is that…well, it’s complicated.
And…I…I feel like I just broke time in half or something. Whaaaaat.
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Dear 59-kun,
I posted the charm to the address you gave me. But I'm writing this more than just to tell you that.
I know about your dilemma between Tsuna and Yamamoto. Well, you love both of them right? I'm here to ask you something, well, more of like trying to help. Hope you appreciate.
Ask yourself. Do you only respect Tsuna because he is the first to treat you like a person and nothing more? Are you ONLY teasing Yamamoto because you are irritated and nothing else? Sure, I know your reaction now is "GET THE F^%K OUTTA MY BUSINESS". But please, do shut up, ‘cause right now, your mind is in turmoil and you need someone to push you. Deep in your heart, whom do you sincerely love? Do not feel pressurized just because Tsuna is the Tenth. You need to make choices on your own.
One last piece of advice, Gokudera. Follow your heart, for it will not fail you.
~Ruby
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Dear Cheesy Romance Crap,
Look lady, I appreciate the effort, but it’s honest to god none of your business, is it?
If I say I love the Tenth, I love the Tenth. God, just back off. I already made a decision, and you can’t change that.
I’m already following my heart. God. Thanks for being, y’know, the 77th person to tell me that.
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Dear 59-kun,
KYAAAA!
Y O U A R E T H E B O M B! (Really, you are!)
Anyways, I have a problem...
Whenever I see the store H&M, I can’t help but think that it stands for Honoka and Mukuro...what should I do!
Urgh...whenever Hibari-san says, "I'll bite you to death,” I always get turned on. Not really...but do you? I mean...yeah...he will bite me to death if he finds out…
But, oh well.
So...if I capture Mukuro-sama I shall not be pwned?
Will do, Gokudera-kun!
LOVE YOU FOREVER,
-hiding in your closet
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Dear MINNNNNNNNNDSOAAAAAAP, PLEAAAASE, OH FOR THE LOVE OF DAIRY,
…I’m going to pretend I just didn’t hear the middle part. Nope. Not I.
But as for your fantasies….ewwwwww. Just. Ew. Anyways, capturing Mukuro is always best for the environment. Go right ahead please.
(AND STOP HIDING IN MY CLOSET. FRIGGING CREEPY.)
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Dear 59-san,
Well thank whatever decided for me to be a girl! It also makes me randomly bitch out randomly every month! Then I have weapons turned on me! Cue another run for my life! ...Goddamn it all. I hate life. It-and this entire assassination squad keeping me like some little experimental gerbil-can just go die in a couch fire. Or choke to death on brussel sprouts... Whatever, your answer proved kind of, um, yeah, USELESS in my current predicament as I have no "Tenth" to spur me on and flame-y head guy is gone half the time on assassination missions (again, f-u-life for making me such an unfortunate soul-oh look, self-pity, great). You're a genius or something of the likes I heard, help me live/get out of here and I'll gladly let you know EVERYTHING about these bastards to let you kill them-or have them coincidentally die-whichever be your preference. Excuse me as I continue hiding in the laundry room closet (for professional assassins, they kind of fail in the simplest and most idiotic of ways).
~fml
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Dear HA HA, GLAD IT’S YOU AND NOT ME,
Fuck the Varia. Every single one of them. You poor, poor soul. I think your next move should be to just jump out the damn window. They probably won’t go looking for you either, because they’re all a bunch of punks anyhow. Anyways, as for flame-tard-mc-flamer…ha, you’re a woman. You’re extra screwed. Ha.
…Well, I got nothing. Mostly because I don’t care that much. Your life is pretty much over. *Shrug.*
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Dear 59-kun,
Hi. Um. Err.
I know very well that u have a big fat mess of an affair in your hands, but I'd like to say this: Follow your heart's very core. Are you SURE that you LOVE Tsunayoshi? I mean, yes, you like him, but is he your heart of heart's desire? Think about it.
Oh yeah, where can you get some high-quality macadamia dark chocolates?
-Chocolate Maniac-
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Dear...Honestly. Honestly?
IF ONE MORE PERSON TELLS ME TO FOLLOW MY HEART, I WILL LITERALLY HURL ON THIS COMPUTER SCREEN.
…Gee, I don’t know. Maybe, I dunno, THE FUCKING GROCERY STORE.
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Dear fucking brat,
VOOOOOIIIIIIIIIII! My hair is NOT three feet long! IT'S FUCKING LONGER, IDIOTIC PUPPY!
-39-
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Dear GOD, GO AWAY, FOR FUCK’S SAKE,
SCREW THE HAIR, I HAVE THE TENTH.
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Dear Inu-dera,
My fishy's my fishy. Duh. But, moving along... You THINK you have "far superior sources" but NOTHING beats Hell's Services. After all, I can track my victim, take my victim, kill my victim AND revive my victim to kill a countless number of times over again without having to leave my comfy chair. (It HOVERS! Kekekeke~!)
Sincerely (Here To Stay),
Silver74
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Dear Y’Know, You’re Starting to Piss Me Off,
GOD, EFF YOUR FISH OR WHAT HAVE YOU.
Hell’s services my ass, you. And LEAVE ME ALONE.
And killing without leaving your chair. Che. You sound like certain people that are leaders of certain organizations that will certainly not be named.
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Dear 59-san,
That was very rude! But I suppose that's the way you are... Oh! Do you happen to know why more and more people have been coming to buy charms lately?
Particularly love charms...
P.S. If you're not going to get your ring blessed then could you at least, perhaps get the spirit-san to stop glaring at me everytime I see him? It's a bit intimidating... He's nothing like the spirit-san around Sawada-kun...
-Namimori Miko-san
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Dear Yeah, This Is The Way I Am, Suck It,
I dunno. Maybe it’s because people love screwing each other. *Shrug*
Look man…he’s…uh…he died angry. Or something. (Okay, so, maybe he was just a grumpy ass. Hell if I know.)
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Dear 59-kun,
Hi there! I just want to congratulate you for ending up with a certain brunette...(how I know? Well, because it's a hot topic in Namimori school...though there are people who are not happy about this since they want you to end up with Yama-, okay nevermind, it's your life anyways)
Well actually, I am currently listening to KHR songs and I would like to ask you, how come you don't have a duet with Tsuna? I mean well your sons are basically meant for him! I'm just saying this because YOU and YAMAMOTO have two...TWO SONGS together I mean you two sounded happy while singing...and here I thought you hate him or something/you're betraying Tsuna...and Tsuna and Reborn have their duet..oh there's also Tsuna and BASIL too..and that was unexpected...so yeah I wish you and Tsuna would have a duet too...
-FUJOSHI~5927rocks~
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Dear...Why? Just…Why?
Ugggh, you guys are all insane. I can’t believe women even talk about this kind of thing. (Bunch of weirdoes.)
WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THAT FROM?! I THOUGHT I BURNED IT. Ahem. The Tenth and I didn’t have time to sing a duet. Anyways…whatever.
(UGGGGH, THIS WILL GO DOWN IN HISTORY AS THE WORST RECORDING EVER.)
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Dear 59-kun,
Ara, Gokudera-kun! Konnichiwa! Tsu-kun told me that you had an advice column. My my, you're such a good kid, starting an advice column to help people with problems, if only Tsu-kun was like you. *sighs*
Speaking of Tsu-kun, he seems happier lately, I wonder what brought that on. But, at times he seems to be lost in thoughts and unconsciously he frowns. At these times, I worry about him, especially when he spaces out during dinner and accidently gets hit by Lambo-kun's toy grenade, or when he's in his own world when going down the stairs and ends up tripping. Just yesterday that happened, he injured his wrist, it doesn't seem like he'll be able to write properly for a while.
Gokudera-kun, do you perhaps know what is bothering Tsu-kun? If you don't, it's okay, I know you will be there to help him because you're Tsu-kun's best friend.
Oh my! I'm sorry to ask you of so much when you have your own problems. I heard from Bianchi-chan that you were going through a lot yourself. If you have anything you want to share, come to Maman! I'll be happy to listen to your problems, after all it's better to let everything out, and as I also consider you as another son, I want you to feel happy. Children your age shouldn't have to worry too much about their life yet, you're all so young. I hope you and Tsu-kun feels better soon!
-Nana/Maman
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Dear MAMAN!,
No, no! I’m only doing this because I have some spare time. The Tenth is always so busy, so I wouldn’t expect to do something so trivial as an advice column, respected mother.
Frowning? Hmmm. I’ll definitely look into it, Maman. As for happy…I think something good happened. Also, that brat…I’ll have to give him a stern talking to.
I’ll be over there soon, Maman. No problem.
And I’ll be fine, Maman. No matter what.
…
Closing his laptop, Gokudera realized that he had actually skipped the whole school day, but he didn’t care all that much. However, he did worry about Tsuna. So, in a rush, he tripped to hurry to the Tenth’s house, a scowl on his lips. Worry built up in his seafoam-green eyes.
Please say you’re okay. His fists clenched, and he wanted to beat the bastard who was making the Tenth so uncomfortable.
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From within his room, Tsuna sighed, flopping on his bed. Perhaps this is for the best, he thought, but from the corner, Reborn glared at him. He absolutely didn’t want to confront one of his best friends-turned-boyfriend, but it had to be done.
“Suck it up and go to his house then,” Reborn snorted, and the brunette nodding, assuring the child that he would do it later.
However, soon after he’d gotten cozy enough to drift into a nap, the doorbell rang, and his eyes flung open. He heaved a sigh, and decided to meet his guest, whom he was fairly sure was Gokudera.
However, he was quite surprised to find Yamamoto standing there, looking both hurt and frustrated. “What the hell is going on?”
Tsuna pressed two fingers to the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh. “Look, if you could just hang on a second, he’s going to be here, and I’ll explain everything-”
“If you hurt him like this, even I’ll have a hard time forgiving you, Tsuna!”
His doe-brown eyes fell to the floor, his bangs masking his expression. Takeshi worried that he’d made him cry, but those softly glowing amber-like eyes told him the opposite had happened. “It’s something I must do.”
The baseball player’s fist pulled back as though he were going to swing at the other youth, but Tsuna simply stood there, as though this was as natural as the blowing wind.
However, with the door open behind them, a shocked silver-haired youth leapt in and flung a punch at Yamamoto’s face instead. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
Stuck in this moment, the three of them could only stare at each other.
…
“You know, when that herbivore came to me, tripping over himself for someone to talk to, I honestly didn’t know what to say. I suppose it’s because I find no benefit in telling the rest of his stupid posse.”
“What do you mean?” Kusakabe ventured, a little afraid of finding out by his creepy boss.
Hibari placed his chin on his folded hands. “Well, he planned all of this out from quite a while back. Firstly, he was going to go around with pretty much everyone he had a bond to, and thus the rumors continued to spread like wildfire. Then, he crushed all of them, in his own way. He’s trying to pull everyone apart. It’s so against his nature, but I finally figured out why. It’s because that stupid man is trying to leave. Fade into the background. And all of them have to figure out how to live normal lives for a while.”
“Even you, Hibari-san?”
He smirked. “My life was never normal to begin with, Kusakabe.” A shiver ran down his spine.
“So, what’s to become of all of them?”
“They’ll go a bit stir crazy for the few months Sawada is gone, but by the time he returns, the new school year will begin, and he’ll have to forge his bonds once again.” Hibari’s cool gray eyes spoke nothing of how he felt about the matters, but his right-hand man could’ve sworn that his boss looked a little lonely. Then again, he was always like that. “Tedious, certainly. And leaving quite a few trampled hearts in the process. But, in his own sickening way, it’s his way of protecting them.”
Kusakabe could merely nod, and look out of the window quietly.
Because he’s sacrificing himself. He’s giving up what he loves to that tall idiot. This whole stupid thing was for the sake of sticking those two together, Hibari didn’t vocalized, but tossed in his mind to himself. But, moronic herbivore, you’re trying to hard. You’re going to break soon.
…
“Gokudera-kun,” Tsuna quietly nodded to Reborn, who knocked Yamamoto out swiftly at the signal. A small smile came to his face, although it was obviously strained. Gokudera smiled back quietly, but a little pained, wondering how exactly, he was supposed to react to the one on the ground. “Were you sick?”
“No-I just got caught up in something,” The silver-haired youth replied easily, his green eyes wavering. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine,” He reached a little hand up to pat his right hand, and smiled a little lopsidedly. “You know, Gokudera-kun,” Staring at nothing in particular, Tsuna felt a distinct want to cry, but he held it in for now. The act had to be flawless. “I don’t think this is going to last. Not at all. I’m not the beautiful person you seem to think I am.”
“I know that,” Gokudera swallowed hard, a scowl on his face. “That’s not why I’m with you!”
“And furthermore…it’s not me who you want, either.” He prided himself on standing tall, keeping his gait straight and proud. “Besides, I’ve already left you in my heart.” It’s a lie. A lie. Damn it. Damn it! “Goodbye, Gokudera-kun. You’ve been good to me.” His green eyes followed his form as he went up the steps, but there was nothing he could say back.
He felt ashamed of himself. He felt like he wanted to cry, but he couldn’t, because it would be dishonorable. So he fell lifelessly to the ground. Tsuna, meanwhile, wiped the flowing tears from his eyes quietly, swallowing his dying will pills before hopping out of the window and letting the wind catch his tears, Reborn clinging to his back, despite both of the backs slung there as well.
“You did well, Tsuna,” He whispered, unsure if he could hear. “It went just as you planned, didn’t it.”
When morning dawned, Nana woke to two broken teenaged boys on her floor, and an empty room that had previously been inhabited by her son.
Trying not to let the betrayal show on her face, she woke both of them up, encouraged them to wash their faces, and dutifully made breakfast, doing her best not to cry in front of these boys.
I knew it would come, she thought quietly, washing the rice. The day when Tsu-kun left, just like Iemitsu-san. I knew…and yet. It’s so painful. A lone tear escaped her deep eyes, and already, she missed her son, even though he’d only been gone for a few hours.
The Sawada house that morning was anything but it’s usual boisterous, playful abode.
Gokudera and Yamamoto could only eat in silence, and after so much stifling pressure, both the children and Bianchi couldn’t stand it a second longer, so they cleared out.
“…He’s gone,” Yamamoto choked out painfully. “He really left.”
Gokudera slammed his palms on the table and stalked away, impatiently shoving a cigarette on his lips. Yamamoto ran after him, throwing the thing from his mouth and onto the ground. “What the hell?! Go away!”
“No!”
“LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE,” Gokudera yelled, despite the time, and the neighborhood they were in. His eyes glossed over, and the baseball player simply couldn’t ignore him. He wrapped his arms around the green-eyed, shorter youth, and held him close. “Get off! Get off of me! Get the…hell…away…” He quieted, unable to do anything but surrender after finding his efforts to fight back futile. “Fuck. Fuck this. Fuck everything.”
Yamamoto could only nod and rub circles on Gokudera’s back, even though he wouldn’t wrap his hands back around him.
...
A blonde man, as well one with a scar across his face stood in front of him, one smiling, one scowling. One other youth stood nearby, with brown hair and blue eyes. “Come, Tsuna. Your training begins now.”
The brunette stood proudly, merely nodding in reply. He risked one last glance behind him, but dutifully trotted behind the two men, next to his friend.
It would be three months before his return. Three months before he apologized. Three months before he could even start over again.
He swallowed, but accepted. It was fine. It was for the good of the family. After all, if rumors were true, he had a lot more to worry about than simply a broken heart.
A/N: And there you have it, folks! I’ll have the ENTIRELY TOO SHORT next chapter up shortly following this, but I hope you all enjoyed this! I’m back! Also, CHALLENGE! DON’T FORGET. :D
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