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Beginning of Our End
by ? // for demoerin
characters/pairings: Gen
rating:PG
warnings: Interpretation of a spraycan gang may differ.
wordcount: 1, 118
summary: Tsuna reflects upon what they are and who he is in protecting their passion. ( Spraycan gang AU)
notes: The quote at the end is from Shakespeare's 'A Midsummer's Night Dream'.
Beginning of Our End
He was neither original nor bold enough to come up with the idea.
"We could just be a gang against the world."
Lambo spoke, and took another sip from his ice green tea. Tsuna stared at him, as if he had gained a new revelation. However, Lambo thought that the latter just had a cup of chocolate milk too many, and simply chuckled.
They were seated in the kitchen of the Sawada household, where Lambo was a shameless guest too often.
"Or perhaps, if you're a closet elitist, we could be an organization," he joked.
"Wait," Tsuna started. "Say it again."
"Not exactly the oldest trick in the book," Lambo shrugged, setting his glass down while making sure to cushion the landing with his pinkie to minimize the sound produced by the impact. "A group of people with similar goals, fighting together as one unit. I've heard it before, who hasn't?"
"You think we can do it?" Tsuna asked, voice slightly wavering. "Work as one?"
Lambo studied him for a moment, and came to the conclusion that Tsuna was absolutely serious. This was rare, for one with usually so disheartened to show determination. He was now sitting on the fence, wondering whether it was worth to take the chance or not. Lambo inwardly prodded him to go ahead with it, and inwardly conveyed that it was now or never.
"Well, I've heard it before, because I was part in a gang myself," Lambo said, deliberately not clarifying Tsuna's doubts. "Way back in my hometown. Was pretty useless back then, hope I can be more useful now."
Though he has deviated from the topic at hand, Tsuna nodded and prompting him to continue, waiting for relevant information.
'Here he takes the leap,' Lambo noted silently, feeling rather pleasant.
"Hiding in the dumps, we would wait for the boys of some Great Boys School to appear," Lambo continued, reaching for his drink again. "Then we would strip them and keep their uniforms for ourselves, as the gang's official uniform. You know, to portray how we're school-loving good boys."
-+-
A week later, Tsuna went to school, carrying the uniform in a used cardboard box and distributed it to the members who went there. The uniform was modeled after the prison uniform-orange, simple and all.
Nervously, Tsuna awaited the others' feedback.
"It's cool," Gokudera grinned, clearly a positive response, "I even have the accessories to go with it."
"Glad that you like it, Gokudera-kun," Tsuna said, relief bringing about a smile upon his face.
"And now that we are an organization, I am ready to serve as your loyal right-hand-man," Gokudera declared. He was not jesting at all, suddenly tensed. Though his shirt was untucked and the metal bracelets around his wrists still screamed 'gangster', there was something more professional about him then.
"What?" Tsuna had to ask, unfamiliar with the boss-and-underlings jargon.
"As I have told you," Gokudera said with utter reverence," I will be by your side, until our mutual passion is no more."
Yamamoto commented that wearing it made him feel like a wanted man.
"Oh no," Tsuna sighed. "It's not fine, then?"
"No, what I'm really saying is that it's cool," Yamamoto said hastily. Obviously, his expression had no hint of malice in it at all. "I like the image…it's great that we're a team now."
"Wouldn't you mind if it ruins your reputation?" Tsuna could not help but ask. "Turf wars-is, you know-kind of illegal…"
"Well, it's not really about reputation for me," Yamamoto replied, as he attempted to stuff his uniform into his sling bag, among his disorganized science notes and a worn baseball glove. "What truly matters is protecting whatever is important to me."
Ryohei suggested that Tsuna get his own separate uniform, a flashier version, for he was the leader.
"Me, leader!?" Tsuna instantly gasped. "You can't have meant it, Kyoko's oniichan!"
"Hell yeah I do, and hell yeah do I expect that you do an extremely good job!" Ryohei exclaimed, at the same time pulling Tsuna into a fairly tight headlock.
"But why?" Tsuna enquired, in between taking big gulps of air. "If we really need a leader, you should be best for the job."
"Nonsense," Ryohei said flippantly, giving a hearty laughter.
"No," Tsuna insisted, slightly annoyed that he had to crush his own ego, "You're much better, you can lead and as you said, you take things to the extreme…"
"But that's not what we are all about, isn't it?" Ryohei pointed out, releasing his grip on Tsuna.
Tsuna paused for a while, before deciding that he needed more time to ponder upon Ryohei's words. If he was right, than what on earth were they? If Tsuna did become their leader, what kind of leader would he be?
"No doubt I believe in you, Sawada. We all do," Ryohei stated and patted Tsuna's shoulder as a form of encouragement.
As expected, Tsuna was unable to gauge Hibari's reaction. The president of the Discipline Committee simply snatched the uniform and stalk back to his committee's room, slamming the door shut behind him.
Tsuna thought Hibari muttered something under his breath about wanting to dye the uniform black, and thought of saying something, but realized it was futile anyway.
Hibari was a leader, but they were not his team to be led.
Tsuna was no leading material either, but they would not necessarily follow.
Under Tsuna's lead, it would be a different thing they would be doing altogether.
-+-
By evening, Tsuna, clad in the uniform, stood behind an old, vacant and grey multi-storey building. Sunset was approaching, and everything was basked in a pink-amber hue.
The place was theirs now, though he felt as if it always was.
"That outfit really suits the atmosphere," a familiar voice piped, "A good choice."
Startled by the sudden presence, Tsuna turned and faced Rokudo Mukuro. One of the final members, along with Chrome, who was not a far distant away. The two were never seen without each other, Tsuna reckoned that Mukuro was Chrome's shadow, or the other way around.
"Ah-sorry-I've forgotten to bring the sets for both of you," Tsuna apologized, mentally kicking himself for being so forgetful.
"It's all good," Mukuro chirped, "Take your time."
With that, he disappeared seemingly into thin air. Tsuna instinctively checked his four sides, though he was probably used to Mukuro's vanishing acts by now.
Chrome was still there, and when Tsuna was about to call out to her, he noticed that she was holding a blue can, spraying.
And on the wall were the following words: "To show our simple skill, that is the true beginning of our end".
by ? // for demoerin
characters/pairings: Gen
rating:PG
warnings: Interpretation of a spraycan gang may differ.
wordcount: 1, 118
summary: Tsuna reflects upon what they are and who he is in protecting their passion. ( Spraycan gang AU)
notes: The quote at the end is from Shakespeare's 'A Midsummer's Night Dream'.
Beginning of Our End
He was neither original nor bold enough to come up with the idea.
"We could just be a gang against the world."
Lambo spoke, and took another sip from his ice green tea. Tsuna stared at him, as if he had gained a new revelation. However, Lambo thought that the latter just had a cup of chocolate milk too many, and simply chuckled.
They were seated in the kitchen of the Sawada household, where Lambo was a shameless guest too often.
"Or perhaps, if you're a closet elitist, we could be an organization," he joked.
"Wait," Tsuna started. "Say it again."
"Not exactly the oldest trick in the book," Lambo shrugged, setting his glass down while making sure to cushion the landing with his pinkie to minimize the sound produced by the impact. "A group of people with similar goals, fighting together as one unit. I've heard it before, who hasn't?"
"You think we can do it?" Tsuna asked, voice slightly wavering. "Work as one?"
Lambo studied him for a moment, and came to the conclusion that Tsuna was absolutely serious. This was rare, for one with usually so disheartened to show determination. He was now sitting on the fence, wondering whether it was worth to take the chance or not. Lambo inwardly prodded him to go ahead with it, and inwardly conveyed that it was now or never.
"Well, I've heard it before, because I was part in a gang myself," Lambo said, deliberately not clarifying Tsuna's doubts. "Way back in my hometown. Was pretty useless back then, hope I can be more useful now."
Though he has deviated from the topic at hand, Tsuna nodded and prompting him to continue, waiting for relevant information.
'Here he takes the leap,' Lambo noted silently, feeling rather pleasant.
"Hiding in the dumps, we would wait for the boys of some Great Boys School to appear," Lambo continued, reaching for his drink again. "Then we would strip them and keep their uniforms for ourselves, as the gang's official uniform. You know, to portray how we're school-loving good boys."
-+-
A week later, Tsuna went to school, carrying the uniform in a used cardboard box and distributed it to the members who went there. The uniform was modeled after the prison uniform-orange, simple and all.
Nervously, Tsuna awaited the others' feedback.
"It's cool," Gokudera grinned, clearly a positive response, "I even have the accessories to go with it."
"Glad that you like it, Gokudera-kun," Tsuna said, relief bringing about a smile upon his face.
"And now that we are an organization, I am ready to serve as your loyal right-hand-man," Gokudera declared. He was not jesting at all, suddenly tensed. Though his shirt was untucked and the metal bracelets around his wrists still screamed 'gangster', there was something more professional about him then.
"What?" Tsuna had to ask, unfamiliar with the boss-and-underlings jargon.
"As I have told you," Gokudera said with utter reverence," I will be by your side, until our mutual passion is no more."
Yamamoto commented that wearing it made him feel like a wanted man.
"Oh no," Tsuna sighed. "It's not fine, then?"
"No, what I'm really saying is that it's cool," Yamamoto said hastily. Obviously, his expression had no hint of malice in it at all. "I like the image…it's great that we're a team now."
"Wouldn't you mind if it ruins your reputation?" Tsuna could not help but ask. "Turf wars-is, you know-kind of illegal…"
"Well, it's not really about reputation for me," Yamamoto replied, as he attempted to stuff his uniform into his sling bag, among his disorganized science notes and a worn baseball glove. "What truly matters is protecting whatever is important to me."
Ryohei suggested that Tsuna get his own separate uniform, a flashier version, for he was the leader.
"Me, leader!?" Tsuna instantly gasped. "You can't have meant it, Kyoko's oniichan!"
"Hell yeah I do, and hell yeah do I expect that you do an extremely good job!" Ryohei exclaimed, at the same time pulling Tsuna into a fairly tight headlock.
"But why?" Tsuna enquired, in between taking big gulps of air. "If we really need a leader, you should be best for the job."
"Nonsense," Ryohei said flippantly, giving a hearty laughter.
"No," Tsuna insisted, slightly annoyed that he had to crush his own ego, "You're much better, you can lead and as you said, you take things to the extreme…"
"But that's not what we are all about, isn't it?" Ryohei pointed out, releasing his grip on Tsuna.
Tsuna paused for a while, before deciding that he needed more time to ponder upon Ryohei's words. If he was right, than what on earth were they? If Tsuna did become their leader, what kind of leader would he be?
"No doubt I believe in you, Sawada. We all do," Ryohei stated and patted Tsuna's shoulder as a form of encouragement.
As expected, Tsuna was unable to gauge Hibari's reaction. The president of the Discipline Committee simply snatched the uniform and stalk back to his committee's room, slamming the door shut behind him.
Tsuna thought Hibari muttered something under his breath about wanting to dye the uniform black, and thought of saying something, but realized it was futile anyway.
Hibari was a leader, but they were not his team to be led.
Tsuna was no leading material either, but they would not necessarily follow.
Under Tsuna's lead, it would be a different thing they would be doing altogether.
-+-
By evening, Tsuna, clad in the uniform, stood behind an old, vacant and grey multi-storey building. Sunset was approaching, and everything was basked in a pink-amber hue.
The place was theirs now, though he felt as if it always was.
"That outfit really suits the atmosphere," a familiar voice piped, "A good choice."
Startled by the sudden presence, Tsuna turned and faced Rokudo Mukuro. One of the final members, along with Chrome, who was not a far distant away. The two were never seen without each other, Tsuna reckoned that Mukuro was Chrome's shadow, or the other way around.
"Ah-sorry-I've forgotten to bring the sets for both of you," Tsuna apologized, mentally kicking himself for being so forgetful.
"It's all good," Mukuro chirped, "Take your time."
With that, he disappeared seemingly into thin air. Tsuna instinctively checked his four sides, though he was probably used to Mukuro's vanishing acts by now.
Chrome was still there, and when Tsuna was about to call out to her, he noticed that she was holding a blue can, spraying.
And on the wall were the following words: "To show our simple skill, that is the true beginning of our end".