48 [dream]

[hurricanebomber]

[Gokudera's dream is simple. In a wide-open, sunlit room, a woman with long silver hair is sitting at a grand piano, filling the room with music. Beside her on the bench, nestled against her, is a young child, clearly hers by the matching gray hair, maybe four or so years old

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[Ignore the icon]

[calculatedfire]

[The Ryuho who appears is perhaps six years old. He's wearing a dark colored suit, like he's attending a formal event.

He stands back shyly.]

[I need to make more icons of a child Gokudera /sob]

[hurricanebomber]

[Gokudera continues to play, though his small hands aren't really ideal for playing piano with and he makes a lot of mistakes. For awhile, he doggedly picks his way through the sheet music in front of him, but finally he gets frustrated and lets his hands drop to his sides, sulking at the piano. Because clearly it is at fault and not him.]

I'm too lazy to make chibi-Ryuho icons again orz

[calculatedfire]

[The small Ryuho comes a little closer, looking at the sheet music from behind the other boy. He'd learned a little of the piano, but was better at stringed instruments.]

/abuses this icon until I have time to make more

[hurricanebomber]

[Gokudera twists around in his seat to look at Ryuho, though he doesn't have the defensive look about him that his older self normally has. Instead he just looks curious and maybe a little uneasy at someone else intruding on this place.]

What do you want?

[This should be later than I'm posting it but I couldn't resist]

[skater_lynx]

[Haru wanders through, initially he's younger than he really is but after seeing the child, the ex-whore is older. Haru can't tell who it is, but a child is child. He smiles and goes to kneel beside the piano bench.]

Hey kiddo. What are you doing here all alone?

[I shouldn't have posted right before going to bed but sdklfjsadf I wanted to get this up]

[hurricanebomber]

[Gokudera stops playing and looks at him. His expression is much more open than his older self's ever is.]

She doesn't come anymore.

[skater_lynx]

[His smile grows and he tries to mess his hair up.]

I'm sure wherever she is, she's thinking of you. You're really smart to be able to play this instrument so well.

[hurricanebomber]

[Gokudera reaches up to fix his hair, making a face at Haru.]

I'm not as good as she is. I have to get better so if she comes back, she'll be happy.

[Obviously he needs no wee icons because... 8| ]

[born_from_mist]

[Vivi watches the other play the piano with awe from further down the room, not wanting to disturb the other. He's never seen someone play the piano before, no matter how simple or complicated the piece is.]

...W-wow...

[Fffffff]

[hurricanebomber]

[Gokudera's rendition of the song has mistakes--his four-year-old hands aren't exactly ideal for piano playing. But he's better at it than most kids his age for sure.

He turns and looks at Vivi.]

You liked it?

[born_from_mist]

Oh, u-uhm... I-I didn't mean to interrupt...

[hurricanebomber]

But did you like it?

[youwillbe_mist]

[By all means, Mukuro should be a child. But controlling a dream is child's play itself, and he is thusly he his correct age. Go figure.]

[Mukuro approaches the young child immediately at recognition, nothing short of amiable and playful smiles because, really, a chance to play with the Vongola's dog would make anyone's day.]

What a wonderful sound.

[hurricanebomber]

[Gokudera stops and looks up at him. His expression is more open than it normally would be, especially around Mukuro. He seems a little unsettled at an intrusion on this place, but not particularly distrustful. If anything, he's curious.]

You like it?

[youwillbe_mist]

It's lovely.

[With an affectionate smile, Mukuro gets on one knee to be at eye-level with the small creature.]

I'd say you're quite talented for your age.

[hurricanebomber]

[Gokudera smiles, pleased with the praise.]

She taught me how. But--

[He looks over at Mukuro and pauses as he meets his mismatched eyes. He goes quiet again as he tries to figure out his sudden feeling of deja vu, forgetting to finish his sentence.]

[tobethebest]

[Yukino wanders in, looking to be her usual age, but in the same kind of sundress her younger dream self was wearing. This dream is making her natural maternal instincts tingle though, so after a few minutes, she approaches Gokudera.]

Wow, you're really good!

[hurricanebomber]

[He stops playing and turns to look at her. His expression is less defensive and shielded than normal, and he watches her curiously.]

She taught me how. I have to practice so she'll be happy if she comes back.

[tobethebest]

[Yukino smiles warmly at him. She remembers playing the piano when she was younger for similar reasons. ...Well. Okay. Maybe not completely similar. Maybe she just wanted to hear all the praise for doing so well. C-CLOSE ENOUGH, RIGHT. ;;]

She'll be really proud of you. I'm sure she will.

[hurricanebomber]

[He smiles and turns a bit on the bench to face her.]

Yeah!

[His expression turns more pensive.]

But she hasn't come back...