"I feel so dead… I wish I could be right now…"
"Tsuna over here, let's go to that one!" Yamamoto's cheerful shout once again pulled him from his thoughts.
Tsuna sighed before jogging over to where his friends stood. "Since when did they become children? Even worse, why do I feel like a babysitter? I'm being pulled from one side to the other like a stuffed animal... This is really not my day."
At least they'd chosen a racing game this time. But that meant so little to him. It was all so surreal. After having to drive without a license, in the middle of a chase with bullets, swords, and all manner of deadly objects flying past him, he wouldn't lie—driving a car was exciting. But it was even more thrilling to be in the sky, and far safer when he was flying on his own. It was a shame he couldn't remember the last time he'd taken to the skies. He was sure he'd try to fly at a moment's notice now that he could. He just had to make sure he wasn't caught too soon. If he was going to suffer for such a daring act, he'd make it worth it.
The game in front of him no longer presented any challenge in his mind. In fact, it didn't even seem exciting or fun. But when was the last time he'd thought something was fun or exciting? While he had found a few things amusing since arriving in this time, none of them had involved him directly, knowingly, or voluntarily to please others. Maybe he had just become a killjoy—a being with no time for anything but work and not bothering anyone, so these little luxuries never even crossed his mind. Or maybe it was because he wasn't just another kid.
He was jolted from his thoughts as someone gently pulled him toward the race track.
"You idiot! Don't bother Juudaime, or I'll blow you to pieces!" Gokudera yelled. He then did a complete 180-degree turn, his voice softening with concern as he asked, "Are you okay, Juudaime?"
"Ma, ma, I just moved him." That was all Yamamoto had done. He hadn't bothered anyone, but with so many people around and Tsuna taking his sweet time, he had to get his attention.
"You were bothering him, you idiot!" Gokudera broke out in a cold sweat. What would happen if he hadn't done anything and they lost Tsuna by chance?
"Are you feeling good, Tsuna?" Yamamoto asked. Tsuna was standing like a statue, with a rather lost look on his face.
"Hey… Juudaime is the best, of course he's fine." Gokudera said with a matter-of-fact tone. For once, Yamamoto decided not to add fuel to the fire.
Unbeknownst to them, or perhaps not, Tsuna hadn't registered a single one of their words. He was too self-absorbed for that. "It didn't hurt at all… why? No one has touched me unless it was to hurt me… especially not in this way. This feels weird… why? I don't understand… should I be happy? Upset? Should I allow it? Or should I pull away? I don't know…"
No one had held his hand in a friendly way. In fact, he hadn't been touched at all unless it was in combat or they were very upset with him. This was not friendly in the slightest. Was it normal to be surprised, upset, and even confused by this? He didn't know or have the slightest idea what he should do. It was an alien, strange feeling, but it wasn't a bad one, so he didn't know how to process it. At the same time, he couldn't stop staring at their intertwined hands, filled with fear and shame—fear of not knowing what to expect, and shame for not knowing what to do. He felt so lost in his conflicting emotions that he didn't realize the fear and concern he was causing his friends, who were now in front of him, holding his shoulders. They shook him hard to see if he would snap out of his strange trance.
"I'm sorry, I…" "I'm not a rattle... What's wrong with them? No, he—ah, oops." "You surprised me," he finished. "Among other things, but a white lie won't kill anyone… that I know of, anyway."
The boys were silent. Tsuna surreptitiously separated from them, undoing their grip, more frightened by what had just happened than by any of them.
"...I'm so sorry." What else could he say? Something like, "Sorry, but no one has held my hand in years without wanting to kill me in the process?" No, that wasn't a good idea.
"N-no, it's okay, don't worry about it," Yamamoto began. What was he supposed to say? He didn't even know what had happened!
"I'm so sorry, Juudaime! I should have stopped this idiot from invading your personal space!" Tsuna blinked. "Invade what?" "Allow me to commi— Ouch!"
An awkward silence filled the air. He had messed up… again. But it felt good to see one of them get it. Yamamoto just smiled nervously as Gokudera hopped on one foot, clutching the other. Tsuna smiled innocently—so innocent that he seemed angelically demonic. It didn't make much sense, but he was so innocent he looked like an angel, and yet so innocent that he resembled a little demon in the cute attitude of, "I haven't done anything and you can't accuse me." It was a somewhat scary combination.
Knowing that he had done something uncommon for the Tsuna of this time, he turned around with every intention of leaving. He didn't want to answer anything. Call him a coward, but he didn't want to face the pile of questions that might arise or any comments about it. Even so, a stomp was not enough punishment for Gokudera. Commit suicide? Of course not. He hadn't done it and… was he going to let someone else do it for such a stupid reason? Of course not! He'd kill them himself for that.
However, before he could take a second step, he was stopped the same way as before. He swallowed in fear, trying to look normal. "Nothing is going to happen, nothing is going to happen, nothing is going to happen," he repeated as a mantra. What he really wanted was to open a hole and crawl inside or fly away, but he could not do either. How cruel.
"Where are you going? Aren't you going to play with us? We're going to line up!" Yamamoto's words calmed Tsuna down a bit, but the ending made him want to cry. If he was going to play in a go-kart… couldn't it at least go at 300 kilometers per hour? At the speed these karts would surely go, he'd get gray hair before finishing the race.
"I…" "How do you get out of this politely? Wait a minute… since when does politeness work with any of the family when they're set on something?" "I can just watch you from the stands," he said. It wasn't a lie. What else could he do? It wasn't like he could go far without destroying the whole city looking for it.
"Nonsense, come on and have fun for a while." Yamamoto said cheerfully, putting an arm around his shoulders and practically dragging him to the back of the line, completely ignoring poor Gokudera, who was still in great pain from the stomp Tsuna had so kindly given him. Yamamoto certainly had luck on his side at that moment. If Tsuna had been off guard when he put his arm around his shoulders… in the most positive case, he would be happily unconscious.
In the end, Tsuna had to choose a kart and play against the two of them. Somehow, Gokudera had recovered and "forgotten" what happened, much to Tsuna's amusement. Yamamoto didn't even notice the stomp. The race began. The other competitors were so busy with their own things that they didn't even notice Tsuna's friends in the front positions. Yamamoto and Gokudera were fighting for first place. Tsuna smiled slightly before speeding up a little more. He couldn't be left behind, though he was sure that walking would get him there faster than he was going now.
After a few minutes, Tsuna felt his Hyper Intuition go haywire, so to speak. He looked around without seeming paranoid. "And the other participants? Did they use magic and disappear? Ugh, silly me… Something happened, but what? Although this explains the lack of noise…"
A sound of tires at full speed caught his attention immediately, and he could only sigh in irritation. He floored the accelerator and briefly looked back. He snorted slightly in amusement. It was a kart full of weapons with no apparent driver, consisting of machine guns and chainsaws. "Typical, what a bore… where is Reborn-san? He could do something much more fun than this in less than two minutes."
It was a sad thing that no one had realized yet. Due to the little interaction they had with Tsuna, not to mention the short time, Tsuna was very dangerous, just like a tornado or an avalanche, when a specific combination was present: irritation and boredom. The longer that combination existed, the worse it was for those who would be the recipients of the damage Tsuna would cause. The saddest thing about the case was that in that state, Tsuna didn't care and was totally indifferent to the situation. In fact, he didn't even realize how dangerous he was at that moment. Perhaps courtesy of Reborn—who knows—but the truth was that Tsuna had acquired strange tastes thanks to the Spartan methods imparted by him.
He lazily swerved to dodge the bullets from the machine gun and briefly saw his friends hurrying back. They probably heard the endless torrent of gunfire and came to help him. Unfortunately, they were only giving him more problems, and they didn't know it. He thought about what he could do to end all this before something happened to them because of him, totally ignoring the bullets that whizzed very close to him. He didn't have much time for this. With a slight shrug, he did the only thing he could think of at that moment: he turned the car 360° and jumped. "A car with much more weight and of the same brand runs almost three times faster than mine… It's crying out to be torn to shreds."
He landed with the grace of a cat and the elegance of a tiger, without a single injury. The car he had been using was not so lucky and exploded when it was hit in the engine, producing a beautiful explosion and so much smoke that he could not see anyone on the other side even if he had binoculars. He smiled a little at his small victory before simply putting his hands near the joints of the weapons and melting them with his flames quickly, without giving them time to make it a work of art made of bullets and blood-red cuts. Then, he stomped with all the force he could muster on the brake. It was all over in a matter of seconds. And only because Tsuna had enough respect to not just throw an X-Burner or a Zero Ice Punch. Although the truth is that what he wanted was simply to remove it from the map with an X-Burner so that there was absolutely nothing left of the stupid car.
He got off the kart with a sigh. "It's obvious that this was a planned attack against me, and that I'm being watched from afar… I didn't expect these attacks to start so soon. I'd better not let my guard down now. Nothing will happen to me, but I will not allow anyone in my family to be hurt by them. I'd kill them if they even scratched any of them, that's for sure. I didn't kill them now so as not to ruin things for Tsunayoshi-sama… how I would just want to kill them."
"Tsuna—"
"I am fine!" "Damn… I'm not in the mood for this. I know how to take care of myself, thank you very much." "Nothing happened to me," he commented lazily, something they either ignored or didn't realize.
"You gave us a good scare, Juudaime…" Gokudera's eyes began to shine with admiration. "How the hell did you do that? It was great! As expected of you, Juudaime!" At any other time, Tsuna would have felt very uncomfortable with this display. It was a pity that this was not any other time.
"That? Oh… I don't know," Tsuna replied. "It's nothing special… anyone could have done it." "Hyper Intuition?" The tone he used made both boys shudder. It was too… disinterested, and with some annoyance.
Sensing that they would get similar answers if they asked more, they dropped the subject and began their way out. To be honest with himself, what he just told them was a big lie. While it was true that his Hyper Intuition allowed him to know what to do many times, it didn't give him the answers directly. He had to handle it himself, think, and deduce. So, he had to learn that for himself, mostly through experience. And who wouldn't learn when they tried to kill or kidnap him almost every time he left the mansion? It was a real impudence, considering all the protection that place had. He wasn't stupid. He knew they were only looking for his title and maybe some information or Vongola's assets. To do so, they would have to kill him or force him to do something. In any case, he was surely a dead man. There was nothing in him that anyone would want, not even his power. They hadn't done it before; they wouldn't do it now. But they never hesitated to get rid of everything that stood in their way, whatever it was. He didn't even bother to find out. He only did to them what he did best: corner and kill. Though the last time, he only did it the third time he saw them. He wasn't as callous as he would like to be.
"We are very sorry, Sir, the car got out of control and—are you okay?" Tsuna blinked before looking at the person. Annoyance showed itself immediately, but then turned into satisfaction.
"Yes, we're fine, but you'll have to excuse me," Tsuna said. "Where were you when that kart appeared? Well, you'll lose the kart as punishment… Now, I just have to look innocent."
He nervously scratched the back of his neck and gave a slight smile. Those present just looked at him without understanding for a moment until they heard an explosion. Behind him, the car that had gone out of control exploded. Sadly for Tsuna, his little revenge was forgotten, and he could only feel ashamed and, inwardly very depressed, to receive everyone's astonished look as if he were some kind of monster. Which, even if they didn't know it, was true. He was a monster. But he still took all his strength to give a small smile and apologize as best he could before running out of there. He couldn't keep being there getting those looks. He just couldn't.
"I'm so sorry…" he murmured softly.
He leaned forward as a sign of respect along with his apology. The next thing he did surprised everyone to the maximum: he ran away. He was practically flying, even walking straight to the surprisingly high wall, making them believe that he was going to crash on purpose. But instead, he walked over it as if gravity had changed in his favor. He disappeared from sight before they could react to the crash—well, the first crash: the one with the car that exploded. They were just coming out of that surprise and had not fully processed what happened. However, when they did, Tsuna was gone.
"Juudaime! / Tsuna!" Despite the scream, they knew that he wouldn't answer them even if he had heard it, which was highly doubtful.
"…That guy…" the clerk began tremblingly, addressing them. "Does he have supernatural powers or what? He walked on the wall in all the heavens!" He questioned, frightened, pointing to the remains of the kart that were still on fire, and then to the giant wall with his trembling and pale hand over and over again, unable to believe it despite having seen it. He was looking at them as if they knew the answer, which was wrong.
Not knowing what to say or what to think, they looked at him for a moment and then at each other, momentarily wondering the same thing as the poor clerk. For once, they decided to give the question a dubious answer. They were no longer quite sure what Tsuna was, besides a large bundle of mysteries barely discovered on the surface. They knew he wasn't an alien, but how could he run over a wall, and one so high? They hadn't seen anyone do that in their normal state. And lightning, Tsuna used his flames to balance himself if he needed to use the walls, but no, he didn't use flames or anything here.
"We don't know how he did it, but he's a normal person…" As normal as you could be in a world like the mafia, both boys thought grimly.
The clerk looked at them like they were crazy. They couldn't blame him. He was a normal person not involved in the mafia.
"Well, we'd better go find the idiot baseball Juudaime. Who knows where he can get in here…" Gokudera grimaced just thinking about it. If he had to blow up the whole place to find his precious boss, he would do it. But knowing Tsuna, he couldn't use any bombs or destroy the place.
"Ma, ma, see you later and I'm sorry about the cars," Yamamoto said happily before running to catch up with his partner. They had no time to lose. Tsuna was very good at playing hide-and-seek—too good, you could say.
"…What do toy cars matter when they could have been killed by them?" the man asked now being alone, totally surprised, confused, and scared. "What an amazing kind of people!"
By lunchtime, which was almost two hours since they had lost track of Tsuna, they could no longer find anywhere to look. With tired feet, they sat down for a moment to rest and plan their next move. Tsuna was too good at playing hide and seek. Where had he gone? If they didn't find any clue that he was there (in the amusement park), they would go to his house, knowing that he was probably not there. At a certain moment, sitting there, either by intuition or premonition or whatever, they looked at the ceiling of one of the games for no reason. They just felt that they had to. And thank God for that sign, they thought with relief, to see a small, lonely figure sitting on the edge of the top of one of the most secluded games there were. It was called "Carduel," a very strange name, but it made sense as it was a go-kart game for children. However, if that lonely figure was Tsuna, what was he doing there? How did he get there? And even more importantly, why did he run away from them? It was a great effort to get to the roof of that game, as they had to climb. There were no ladders or anything to help them. If there were, they didn't see them anywhere.
"Yes, I know," they heard him say in a low voice. But they hadn't seen him yet. "It's just…" He sighed deeply. "Their looks…" The looks?
"…Gao…" followed by a soft purr. They came close enough to see Natsu stroke his master's hand, looking for him to pet him, but Tsuna didn't seem to notice. They didn't know whether or not to be thankful that he was turning his back on them, which meant he couldn't see them.
"I know you don't understand, so you don't have to pretend," Tsuna murmured to Natsu without looking at him. His attention was on the sky apparently, but they couldn't say for sure. "I prefer sincerity over feigned consolation." Feigned consolation? They both thought simultaneously. What the hell was going on here? Natsu just looked at him, as if he didn't understand. And he probably didn't. "…Thank you for your company."
"…Gao Gao, Gao?" Natsu meowed, trying to get his attention, a little happy, a little confused. But that didn't prevent him from biting his shirt and pulling when he was ignored. He had to get his attention somehow, right?
"…It's as if…" Natsu grimaced. Nothing he did seemed to work to cheer him up, even a little. "…that day had started again." This completely caught the attention of both boys. What day? What was he talking about?
Natsu just stared at him, knowing that nothing he did would cheer him up. Internally, the puppy wanted to scratch and bite those idiots for that. Intentionally or not, it was their fault that his master was remembering things that were preferable to burn and bury into oblivion.
"…I don't think I'll be able to stand something like that again." He slightly smiled at the face that Natsu gave him in that comment. He was sure that if he could speak, he would say: "You're doing it right now." And he was right, to his misfortune. "…It hurts…"
Loud purrs were heard after the last word was spoken. They could see Natsu caress and move gently around the hunched figure, meowing softly, trying to comfort him. But the only thing he received were small caresses in return. Tsuna didn't seem to have the strength for more, and that could be seen by the three present. He looked tired and exhausted, but not physically—emotionally. What were they missing? They approached carefully to get a better look at him, even if his legs were off the floor that supported him, and he was on his back. They wanted to see it well.
"…Thank you…" Natsu wagged his tail happily, surely thinking that he had achieved his goal. "…but you know it won't work," but it wasn't like that, much to his great disappointment. "At least not yet…" Not yet? Reborn would be better at this. Why should he have gone with Nana and the children today of all days?
Unknown to the two of them, Reborn hadn't left Tsuna as bad as he seemed. However, Tsuna was indifferent to that. In fact, it no longer affected him—mentally, not, and physically, less so. He had taken apart any device on or near it a few minutes after they had been implanted. How? Very easy, so easy that he forgot about it very often: a clash of flames. Yes, that was it. He had learned that after a few years of being spied on by his own family, apart from the murderers and any stranger. Anger was a good method to discover things, but not always. Whether or not Reborn knew that his toys had been charred to perfection long ago, he hadn't made it known.
"…Gao…" cried the disappointed puppy.
"They'll be fine; they're very strong, besides…" And if they weren't, because they were much luckier than him, they wouldn't die, not while he was around. Besides, what danger would they be in if they had been behind him for a long time? "They're only watching me…" "No idiot, they're watching the neighbor because they want to kill him… Heavens, I can't sound more idiotic saying it like that, obviously it's me." "I'm the target…" Natsu looked at him with his big orange eyes, full of concern. Tsuna swallowed lightly, nervously. "…Come on, don't look at me like that." "And I thought that only children could make that face…" "I can't die so easily." "I wish I did…"
"Gao Gao Gao…" The lion claimed with an accusing look, making Tsuna break out in a cold sweat, apparently understanding what the meows meant, or he had a good deduction about what they were about.
"Okay, you're right about that…" he admitted, and Natsu looked at him smugly. "But I can't help it." The smugness was exchanged for annoyance, making him feel bad for telling him the truth. "And guys, get out…" He had had enough of spying. He had already tired and was not in the mood to be spied on for an hour or more. "I know they're there… behind me to be precise."
And with no other choice, they came out of hiding, embarrassed to have been discovered and wondering how Tsuna had discovered them and exactly when. Still unable to see him from the front, Natsu gave them a somewhat angry look before continuing to caress his master and vice versa. It was a tender and sweet scene, but sad at the same time. As if it was some kind of custom, Tsuna carefully took Natsu and cradled him gently in his arms as if he were a baby, and at the same time something very common and natural, which not only made them feel somewhat uncomfortable but also wonder how many times he had done that without them knowing, before getting up and turning around.
He looked horrible. And by the eyes, it was a great improvement from before, or at least that's what Natsu implied, who seemed to want to eat them alive for who knows what reason. His sad eyes had a reddish shadow underneath, a sign that he had cried not long ago, and for a while. To prove it, he still had the marks where the tears had run down his face. His pale lips trembled slightly in an attempt to give them a smile, but they didn't have the strength to do so. His sad and sore eyes looked at them cautiously halfway to close. His cheeks had a slight pink tint in contrast to his pale, tired-looking skin. It was a very pitiful look for a mafia boss, and an appearance that wasn't good for a young teenager, but Tsuna didn't care about either.
In himself, Tsuna looked hurt and tired, but he wasn't worrying about it at all. Rather, it was as if those feelings were normal and that they had been with him for a long time—at least that was what they appreciated in his way of acting. Even his head was a little down, as a sign of submission and/or waiting for something, probably bad. Natsu was not at all surprised or terrified by the appearance of his master. He was just sad, as if this had not been the first time he had seen him like this, but he didn't like it so much. Tsuna was unconsciously implying that he had been doing this for a long time, but it didn't make any sense. They had never seen him like this. At what point had he done this if they had recently returned from the future where they did not have much time for themselves? They saw no logic to the situation.
They saw the attempt of a faint smile appear on his lips again, to fail almost immediately in a grimace. But he had no intentions of giving up. It was obvious that he did not want to worry them. Sadly for him, it had worried them since the killer car came out, and those attempts to smile only made them worry more—the opposite of what he wanted.
"Ma, ma, don't try so hard, will you?" How could Yamamoto tell him that he was doing the opposite of what he wanted? He didn't have the heart to do it.
"It's okay like this…" And Gokudera had so little of it. "You don't have to give us a smile to tell us that you're okay, Juudaime…" So little heart did he have to apologize for whatever was happening or ask him what the hell his tears were due to.
"Just…" How to say it, this was a rather awkward situation. He was not good at delicate matters. "…don't run away from us again…" He mentally beat himself up. Not good at all in delicate matters.
"We won't force you to tell us anything…" Maybe they didn't want to know, maybe it was something they weren't supposed to know. "Is that okay?"
"…If you want…" Because… "…you can cry, scream, whatever you want…" it seemed only a matter of time. "Don't worry about us so much…"
With that, a tear fell… and then more followed. Tsuna touched his cheek and tried to wipe them away, only to have them replaced by others immediately. Natsu smiled and winked at them before disappearing, telling them that they had done well. However, Tsuna didn't approach them. His shoulders began to tremble like the rest of his body, and he could only hug himself before dropping to his knees and succumbing to crying, unintentionally but unable to stop him.
"…I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" he whispered over and over again, and that's what they heard as they approached.
After a bit of perplexity and indecision, not at the act but at his words, they couldn't help but hug him and let him cry, gently caressing his back in a consoling gesture, sincerely worried but trying not to show it, so that Tsuna would not notice it and release whatever it was that hurt him. This was the first time they had seen him cry like that, and it hurt them. They were a little startled when they felt his arms reciprocate their embrace hesitantly, with his murmur a little louder… hopeless…
"…Okay," Yamamoto muttered, trying not to show how uncomfortable he felt, nor how worried and confused he was. "Just let it out…"
"…I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" That mantra made them uneasy, but it wasn't for them. It didn't seem like it was for them. But if it wasn't for them, then who were the apologies for and why? They didn't dare to ask.
"Okay…" What else could they tell him?
He heard them. They were sure to feel his embrace a little stronger. It was fine like this. He would tell them sooner or later, but now was not the time—not now that he was with an open wound, not now that he was in such pain as to cry in front of them without trying to run away or do anything so that they would not see him—not now that he was opening up to them, even if it's just a little.
"How do you feel, Juudaime?" Gokudera asked as respectfully as he could after a while after Tsuna calmed down.
"…Better than before…" he replied timidly, and in the same way annexed: "Thank you…"
"Ma, ma, there's no need to thank each other," Yamamoto commented playfully while ruffling his hair with one hand.
"Hey, stupe—"
"Even so, thank you," he said, cutting Gokudera off with a slight gesture of his hand, to which he had no choice but to obey. Yamamoto grimaced. Since when did Tsuna know how to stop Gokudera so simply?
Without realizing what he was doing, Tsuna gave them a smile that they both thought was lost, in gratitude. At the unexpected smile, both boys were speechless, causing the smile to slowly begin to decay sadly as they did not receive any favorable response.
"…Did I do anything wrong?" he asked nervously. He didn't like to be observed that way. He didn't like to see those faces, not like that. "Guys?" He didn't want to remember again.
"…Can you smile like that again?" They both said, coming out of their surprise, without regret.
Tsuna just blinked in confusion, before looking at them questioningly, and then trying to fulfill their request. It was a pity, but he was knocked down in a crushing embrace by both of them, something he hadn't expected. They took advantage of that because they started tickling him to make him laugh, which happened without much effort because he was caught off guard. They would never say it out loud, but how they had missed that laughter and that smile. They let go when they saw him turn blue. It seemed that they went a little too far.
"You haven't laughed in a long time," Yamamoto commented while Tsuna was still recovering from the assault. "…and you don't smile like that."
They didn't get any verbal response, but he just looked at them a little guilty about it, although, why did he feel guilty? It was a look quite full of guilt, which made so little sense in their minds. However, even with his wet face, red eyes, and guilty appearance, Tsuna looked much happier than before. It was a big change. Apparently, his words helped a lot in all this. It was a real shame that he didn't understand the reason. A pull on his hands brought them back to reality. Tsuna only smiled slightly at them before pulling them back, making them smile a little at the sight of their livelier friend. Their plan was working, not as expected, but if it worked, why would they complain?
"Come on…" "Do you want me to drag you? I don't have any problem, the only problem is that you can't fly." "Or will they stay here? If so, I'll go home," Tsuna said. "Success!" he thought, amused when he saw them alarmed.
"Or not, you don't run away. Let's have lunch…" Yamamoto said quickly before taking him by the wrist and starting to take him to who knows where.
"I-I mean, Juudaime…" Gokudera grimaced and kept the moody dynamics. Why couldn't he blow it to pieces?
"Lunch?" Tsuna ignored the bad mood of his self-proclaimed right-hand man. Yamamoto was part of the family, and the family is not sent to blows to pieces. "But it's 3 in the afternoon…" Time had flown by.
"How do you know the time if you don't have a watch?" Yamamoto asked, omitting Gokudera's "because Juudaime is the best and…" And now that I thought about it…