It sounds strange and ridiculous, but Tsuna was lost within two minutes of leaving the hospital room. In just two minutes, he had vanished from their sight. In just two minutes, he had escaped from all of them! They didn't know if he'd used magic or simply jumped out a window without being seen, but chaos erupted. After nearly tearing the hospital apart and searching the city for about three hours, they went home with no other place to look.
"Good morning," their mother said, her voice kind and cheerful as she opened the door. "Tsuna-kun is in his room if you've come to see him. Are you all staying for lunch?"
To say they felt stupid for not coming home sooner was an understatement; they felt like complete idiots. But how were they supposed to know? Asking a fortune-teller seemed tempting now. With a polite "yes," some greetings, and thanks, they headed to his room, intending to scold him for leaving them in the lurch without a warning. Instead, they found a very tender sight: Natsu was sleeping peacefully in his master's arms, and Tsuna himself was sound asleep beneath the blankets. It seemed, as funny as it sounded, that Tsuna had simply wanted to change beds. They quietly closed the door and returned downstairs. It was better to let them sleep; not only did Tsuna need the rest, but Natsu would surely kill them (with a few good bites and scratches, even for a puppy) for waking him up or disturbing his master, that is, if Tsuna was still sleeping.
Tsuna woke up the next morning with a soft yawn and stretched carefully, expecting to find Natsu still with him, but he was alone. He got up and went to the bathroom, feeling much better than yesterday, though still quite tired. Natsu must have gotten bored of watching him sleep and returned to his ring; Tsuna couldn't blame him. He entered the bathroom with one thing on his mind: to soak in the water for a long time. In practice, that's exactly what he did. It was so relaxing he couldn't help but sigh happily. He figured he had at least an hour before they'd come looking for him, as long as he didn't make any noise. He would be a mouse if he had to. He could stay there as long as they didn't realize he was awake, so he would do his best not to let them know. His muscles were killing him; what he'd done yesterday had pushed him beyond his limits, and his aching body was reminding him of it. The water was all that mattered to him in that moment. It was his only way to forget everything; it also helped the pain and relaxed him, acting as a powerful and effective painkiller in his opinion. But it couldn't help him beyond that. It couldn't help him recover from all the stress and strain on his body, let alone the energy he needed to replenish. He had lost about 80% in total. He couldn't help but sigh. A war could break out outside the door, and he wouldn't move from where he was.
"I just hope Reborn-san will let me rest for a few days," he muttered to himself, so low that only he could hear. "That's almost mission impossible... not after my idiocy, not after what I did that is totally out of character for Tsunayoshi-sama. I have to be more careful... that's all I need."
He knew it would be a miracle if his pleas were heard. He doubted he could rest properly and recover quickly, not with Reborn and his family so full of suspicion. But it was still worth a try. Besides, it had been worth it, even if Reborn made him feel horrible for the next few days. With a bit of luck, maybe his family would forget about him for at least today. But that was likely just a vain hope on his part. At the same time, he didn't feel well enough or stable enough to be with them without giving himself away. The best thing would be to lock himself in his room and hide all day if he didn't want to suffer, but then he would make his family suffer, and everything would end in a complete disaster because of him—once again.
"Sometimes everything gets so complicated..." For him, it was like a chain reaction getting bigger and bigger, like dominoes or a tower of cards: you knock one down, and everything falls apart piece by piece.
Changing the subject, what's happening in my time? Have they let me die? Nah, stupid question. If I were dead, I wouldn't be here right now. However, that doesn't mean they're keeping me alive out of pleasure. They're probably wishing I'd die on my own so they don't look guilty and I won't live to torment them more or cause problems. I don't blame them, but they're taking a long time... or well, who am I to speak? I don't know anything about anything. I just hope that, no matter what happens, they will be happy. Have children, be cared for by a better boss and... friend... that they won't have to shed tears of sadness or fill their hands with blood ever again, that they won't have to see anyone die at their hands. So what... Vongola may grow in abundance in happiness, peace, and harmony, and with it all others... something that I never could do, will be able to do, or will be able to do, that's why I want to die soon... I'm the only one who holds them back from being happy, I always was. These were deluded thoughts, in truth, they were talking about the mafia, but he had unintentionally omitted the darkness that the mafia always had with it.
Even now, I wish I had never been a part of their lives, even if it was all out of pity. No one deserved to have a useless companion, even less like their boss. You only have to look at the result: a bloodthirsty monster that only serves to kill and slaughter. That's what I am... what I became... it's really not fair to them at all. Ha, as if that wasn't enough, they never wanted to be with me from the beginning, I always thought it was too good to be true... The only reason I'm alive right now, why I have a family even if they don't love me, and why I'm the boss of bosses is because I'm the last descendant of Primo.
I'm probably a real disappointment to him, but even if I am, he's never said or proven anything about it. But that doesn't stop me from continually thinking that he deserves something much better than this—a pathetic creature who has no reason for existence and only brings misfortune wherever he goes, like his descendant. Even my parents are disappointed in me, although no one can blame them. No one wants to have someone like me as a son, not even as an acquaintance. But nothing prevents him from crying, or from wishing to be better, knowing that it is impossible. Nothing can change who I am.
Vongola so little deserves to have me as part of its integrity, even less as its head. However, only one doubt goes through my mind in all this: If no one wants me, neither near nor far, why the hell haven't they eliminated me? It's something very easy to do—a shot, a knife, a poisoned food, maybe a fire or toxic gases. Maybe they're just waiting for a descendant to do it? If so, they would just have to get my genes, and that's it—something easy too, without considering that I would not oppose anything they asked of me, and then they could kill me. Or perhaps... is there something else that I don't know and that's why they keep me alive even though I don't want to be? Even if the answer is yes, it would only leave me with more doubts, because, honestly, what could I have that was necessary or valuable other than Vongola Primo's genes?
Tsuna sighed deeply. He didn't move, both relaxed and depressed. At another time, he would have laughed at himself for such thoughts, because even though it was true, the first part sounded like a testament... and he didn't have one. He never did. What could he leave? Not much. Most of his things belonged to Vongola. It was sad, because even with everything, the only thing truly valuable to him was his family, and the rest was unimportant in his mind, especially if he wasn't happy. Anyone would call him an idiot for detracting from his things and his power as the head of one of the most powerful and influential families in the world, but few understood that for someone like him, friendship was much better than anything else. He only used his power to protect and help, and rarely, for a boss with so much power, was he a pretty kind person. Anyone could say that; it was too obvious. However, he was a rather foolish person, or perhaps too kind. If anyone else would have not taken more than a week that deal that he has taken for almost three years, very soon it would be three.
Anyway, whatever the case is, nothing can change the undeniable truth: nobody loves me. And why would they? Frankly, I don't blame them. I would not want to be close to a monster who can only kill and that wherever he goes there are always scary and bad things happening. Maybe it's selfish of me, but I would like to be loved again, to be seen without fear and touched without fear, to be accompanied without obligation and to be spoken to without concern. To feel loved once again, to feel that scorching heat running through my blood again, even if it's just once. I would feel really happy. But I know that won't happen anymore. It's a lot for someone like me, but that doesn't mean I don't crave it.
"Tsuna-nii, get out of there now, it's time to eat!" Fuuta shouted, knocking on the door. He didn't care if his brother was awake or not; he had already missed three meals! He must be hungry.
"What?" Tsuna murmured, almost jumping out of his skin, without understanding anything at all due to the shock. Fuuta didn't hear him, so he continued:
"Come on, it's already 7:05... The food will cool down if you don't hurry." Everything was deathly calm. He didn't want to break into his privacy, but... "Tsuna-nii!"
"I'm coming, let me get ready!" Tsuna managed to answer, and Fuuta sighed contentedly before going to the kitchen.
Is it already so late? Well, time flies by when you get lost in your own mind. I'd better get out of here. With that in mind, he finished his bath and quickly got ready, and then went downstairs to eat... Only to find that he no longer had breakfast, due to a well-liked tutor among the family, which didn't impress him too much and he plopped down on the sofa. He wasn't hungry anyway and he didn't have the patience to pretend to be. He sighed softly before deciding to watch TV for the first time in so long, having no idea what to expect and ignoring Reborn's gaze on him and Fuuta, who seemed very worried for some reason. The first thing he saw made him turn it off immediately out of fright. He wouldn't touch a TV remote anytime soon. He wouldn't even see Barney in a torture session; he'd rather be dead and buried in a pit of lava.
"Tsuna-nii..." Lambo said, somewhat worried when he saw the reaction. Reborn only seemed very amused and Fuuta laughed. Tsuna silently thanked that his mother didn't see anything. It was more than enough with the two of them. Reborn already had a new way of torturing him now.
"I'm fine, I'm not very hungry so don't worry about me... And I'm not going to see that. I'm going to my room," he said before getting up from the couch and heading to his room quickly. Better to leave now before he was made fun of or Reborn decided to use him as a practice dummy.
He didn't get any answers after that, but even if he had been hungry before, he would have gone cold turkey seeing Barney. So there would be almost no difference between whether he was hungry or not, because in the end all his desire will go away when he sees that thing on TV. It was too cheerful and happy for his taste, perhaps also very effeminate, but he was very shocked in his personality. It was too false; in itself, he had no words to describe it. But he didn't know if it was because of the color, the voice, the part of peace and love, or what exactly it was that he disliked very much about that dinosaur. But it made him feel horribly bad whatever it was. He knew he wouldn't touch any TV for a long time.
"Tsuna-nii..." he heard behind the door. Tsuna grimaced. He had just closed it almost a minute ago.
"Yes?" Sometimes he hated how worried his family could be at unexpected times.
"Gokudera and Yamamoto will come later." He paused briefly to debate whether he should ask or not, the answer was a yes: "Don't you want anything to eat? You haven't eaten anything in almost two days." Tsuna made another grimace, grateful that Fuuta couldn't see him at that moment.
"No, I'm fine, I'll eat later." He wasn't really hungry at the time; what he did have was tiredness.
"If you say so, Tsuna-nii..." he replied doubtfully. He couldn't be there, he wasn't stupid, but he wasn't going to contradict him.
Tsuna sighed deeply when he heard fainter and fainter footsteps. What could he do? He didn't know, and he didn't want to make things worse. They were bad enough. He didn't know why Reborn hadn't yet chained him to a chair or taken him to a torture room. With the look he gave him, he was suspicious to the fullest, not even suspicious; he knew there was something wrong. He wasn't going to say anything to anyone. Living as the Tsuna of this time was very comfortable, calm, and happy. He didn't want that to change. He had no idea how they would take it if he told them the truth, but he was sure it wouldn't be the same. He sighed again and threw himself on the bed. What a blunder he had made, but what's done is done.
"... We are idiots. We are really sorry, Tsuna." "... It was never our intention to cause you so much harm." "... As your right hand, I failed a long time ago. But..." "Please, even if you don't want us anymore, please come back. Don't go yet."
What the hell? was Tsuna's first thought, followed by, Did I fall asleep? Ugh, I'm going to be the handsome one... no, sorry, the sleeping beauty... I've slept almost two days in a row? Ugh. He stopped when he heard crying, and surely grimaced. What kind of dream or nightmare is this? Why is everything so dark? I see absolutely nothing.
"Well, isn't that what they wanted? Young Vongola was very careless," said an almost impassive voice, somewhat annoyed. "And it was by her pure decision... And we know why the hell it was."
Tsuna would have loved to clap his hands if he didn't think she was referring to him. It was quite funny in his humble opinion, but very cruel too. Whose voices are they? I'm confused.
"No, no, this was not what we wanted!" "So what did they want? They left him to his fate practically for the love of God! He got depressed!" "Hey-" "You know very well how soft-hearted this boy is—it's rather fortunate that he didn't commit suicide!"
As soon as the discussion began, Tsuna's senses came alive, as if he had only been on a high dose of anesthesia before, and it wasn't beautiful at all. In short, Tsuna felt too heavy and too sore to be able to pay much attention to his words. It was as if he had hot lead on him, even though he was very cold and only felt fabric around him. He could also hear annoying whistles close and continuous, giving him more headache than he had, and as if that were not enough, he felt something connected to his hand wrapped in an extreme way. It was hard for him to breathe and he felt his heart in his throat, beating painfully. How he wanted it to stop.
"... It is..."—pause—"... we ignore that..." "Did they ignore it? Well... I don't know whether to be happy that I'm not him or to beat them up for their stupidity." A sad laugh. "Do you know what will happen if... dies? If this comes out? He has many connections... they will be hunted down like this, the young Vongola asks to be left alone."
Any other time he paid attention to his words, he would have laughed at such stupidity and just left. He, with many connections? What nonsense. No one would remember him or care about his death. He was so... ridiculous, that was the word. And soft heart? Not at all, at least not anymore. He could kill as easily as breathing. Actually... at that point it would be easier than breathing.
"... Please... don't go..."
He felt something touch his stomach. If he had been able to moan, he would have done it. It hurt too much. It felt heavy, and every time he breathed he felt painful pangs that ran up and down, leaving no corner safe from that agony. His shoulder hurt too, but not as much as his stomach, and as if all this wasn't enough, he felt very weak. His eyes felt very heavy, as if they were weights of many kilos, and although the only thing he wanted was for everything to stop, he used all the strength he had to open his eyes, which were very few. He could hardly think and feel anything but the pain in his whole being. He couldn't see almost anything, everything was too blurry. He sighed almost imperceptibly about it. He heard a door open and close followed by soft, forceful steps until he stopped beside him.
"Schamal..." "It was time for you to arrive, pervert..." The anger vanished in the next words. "How is he?"
Very good... this is a very weird and ugly nightmare. I hadn't felt this way since Reborn-san left me alone at a training base, he thought almost in a bad mood. This was getting better and better.
"... The damage is very serious, there is almost nothing I can do for the..."—pause—"... we can only wait and see and... pray that he wants to come back, which doesn't seem to be the case." "... Could you give us a diagnosis?" "Very well, but you won't like it." A sound of paperwork. "In addition to the two gunshot wounds and the big blow to his skull, he has other special conditions that make these wounds a minor matter if we compare them." Silence... Then he heard someone stammering the following words: "Wh-what do you mean?" "Well, this child has been under a great depression for some time... he's a lot skinnier than he used to be. No, sorry, that's not the word... He has almost no soft tissues, it's literally skin and bone. He seems to have come out a lot, let's say, his skin is too pale, not at all healthy, and let's not mention dark circles and red areas..."—cough—"... but that's perfectly visible." "..." "His bones are a bit fragile, I'm afraid. He has a strange shoulder... as if it had been dislocated and healed incorrectly. His organs are another problem... Due to the lack of food and nutrients, some are not working well and others are doing the opposite instead of helping, among other things." "..." "I honestly don't know how it is that he's still alive... And to be frank, after those shots it should be impossible for him to survive, so this is, in a nutshell, nothing short of a miracle." "..." "... I think you should see this so that you understand how serious the situation is."
Almost immediately she felt something being lifted and a weight lifted off her shoulders, and that felt slightly right. On another occasion, he would have been curious to hear several gasps and a little frightened sighs after doing that. What had happened? he would have asked. But now he just wanted them to shut up and leave him alone.
"... If you don't eat soon... The serum will no longer do anything, it will only delay his death..."—pause—"... although, I still don't know why he hasn't woken up... I should have come out of the coma by now, if that can be called a coma."
Everything was absolutely silent, only broken by his irregular breathing. He groaned slightly without being able to avoid it as he felt how they touched the central source of all his pain. At his moan, the touch quickly retracted. That hurt a lot, but he consoled himself that this was just a bad dream, and he would wake up when it was willing to let him go.
"Tsuna?"—tentative question. Tsuna would no longer be there if he had a choice. "Are you awake?" Another tentative question.
Sadly or happily, depending on the perspective, Tsuna was so lost in grief that he didn't hear anything, and even if he had, he wouldn't have been able to respond, let alone recognize who those voices belonged to. It was all too confusing for his mind in the state he was in. He only had one thing on his mind: that all the pain would stop. Out of nowhere, he felt something warm take his hand in a gentle squeeze, but he still couldn't help but groan in pain. It hurt a lot.
"Wow, talking about the King of Roms and he appears..."—pauses—"... A small dose of this should help and not knock you out in one blow, I hope."
After what seemed like years, he could see several figures very close to him, and with the little strength he had, he tried to return the comforting gesture. But he felt nothing, only pain and cold, not as serious as before.
"Thank goodness..."
Who the hell is crying now? Reborn-san, where are you when I need you to torture me, damn it! Tsuna wanted to wake up, but apparently, they were letting him be in the real world. He would take revenge later. Apparently, whoever was holding his hand could sense his intent. He felt something touch his hair with great affection and several fixed gazes on his being, but he didn't care. He just wanted to wake up. Although the pain went down, it was still quite strong. He also couldn't even see well enough to try to identify the occupants of the place, and those annoying beeps didn't help at all. He also felt too tired to take care of anything other than pain, especially if it was a dream. How important was it?
"Tsuna... can you talk?"
He blinked slowly. Tsuna, how did they know my—that name? Ah, what does it matter, never understanding anything anyway... and it's only a dream, maybe with respect to the past? Well, what a crooked dream it is if it's a yes... He didn't even bother to answer. It wasn't worth the effort, and he didn't think he could do such a thing. He barely could keep his eyes slightly open, and he didn't think it was for long. He couldn't keep them open anymore. And he didn't want to have anything to do with this any longer.
"Don't you dare to-"
Tsuna yawned and then blinked several times, making sure that everything was over. It's been a long time since I've had nightmares or dreams, he thought with a grimace and wanting to scream in irritation. Instead of screaming, he decided to pull his hair to vent a little. If he screamed, he would surely make a tremendous fuss and chaos if his family heard, believing that he was being killed or something. Tsuna rolled his eyes in thought, still very irritated. At that moment he might care less, but he knew that later he would regret it and a lot, so he better stay calm.
After a while, Tsuna sighed before going to the bathroom to get ready, slightly curious that everything was very quiet and silent. It was as if there was no one in the whole house. He wished it was like that, but he doubted it. He was never right about anything, but he didn't want to have to eat in front of anyone and pretend to be hungry. Although, now that he thought about it... why didn't they make a fuss to get me to go down to eat lunch? It was 3 in the afternoon; it was strange, even when he was asleep. Maybe they had more important things to do than wake up a useless monster, he thought sadly. Besides, maybe it was better that way. He didn't have to pretend.
He left his room without making a sound, avoiding any sound that would give away his presence and hiding from sight as best he could without looking suspicious. If there was anyone here, he didn't want to disturb them. Everything was dark, quiet, and normal, but that didn't mean he should be confident. Something could always happen at the last minute, last second actually. He went down to the kitchen from the back, and everything was in the same condition as he had already seen. This was already more than weird. He crouched down and like a cat slowly passed through the place, sharpening his ears and all his senses as much as he could. Silently he approached the dining room and sniffed the air, nothing at all... not even detergent, no food... He sighed mentally and checked the area once more before going to the fridge. At least he had to move things and take something or he would be a perfect liar for his mother. He stopped when he heard several familiar voices, and by the sound of them, they were talking. What are they doing? he wondered. It was very strange, and he was very curious. He took an ice cream and a spoon in complete silence, and in the same way he hid behind the sofa, without taking his eyes off that saw his figures sitting on the floor. Apparently, only in this place were the lights on.
"... that was not normal..." Tsuna blinked, putting a spoonful of vanilla ice cream in his mouth. "... that was a lot of power. Tsuna doesn't have that much! So little is so careless. He always carries his weapons wherever he goes in case anything happens."
Tsuna stopped in the middle of a bite, a little depressed now that he knew perfectly well that they were talking about him. Still, he stayed where he was.
"And that weird attack I use... where do you think I get it from? Not even the baby knows..." "... Juudaime must have worked on it since a long time ago." Gokudera tried to defend his beloved boss, but even he didn't believe that. "I think they're being a little him, he's still Tsuna-kun." Kyoko clarified as if it were a fact. "Maybe something happened to him... while it's true that he's different, he's also just as kind and affectionate as before... I don't think it's a good idea to treat him differently or be afraid of him like you seem to have."
Tsuna froze in the middle of a bite. Scared? Were they afraid of him? The four boys jumped up when they heard something fall suddenly, something metallic. Immediately the four of them turned pale when they saw the spy with the bowl of ice cream looking at them as if they were a ghost.
"Tsuna, since when...?" Where did he come from?
Tsuna didn't even blink, so surprised and shocked that he didn't register a word. They swallowed very nervously at the sight of that. Out of nowhere, Tsuna recovered and took the ground spoon before calmly getting up and going to wash it, and then going back to where he was and taking another spoonful without saying a word. No one said anything for a long time. The now neutral-faced Tsuna had them too nervous to speak.
"Well, the show must go on," he said simply, deathly serious.
The four of them looked at each other, not knowing whether to laugh at what he said or be scared at how calm he was acting. A loud "blam!" "They're perfect idiots, I hope you know," he said. With that, he got up and left the place quickly, leaving Yamamoto rubbing his head and two petrified boys. Kyoko just sighed.
"That was what I was afraid of. Talking about someone behind their back is quite harmful... especially if the someone you are talking about is listening. It was idiotic, to do it and even more so in their own home. He must have been quite sad behind that neutral facade and then annoyed. Come on, at least we have to apologize."
"Hey Tsuna... sorry, can we come in?" "I'm so sorry, Juudaime!" Silence, just silence. After two minutes of talking to the door, they tried to open it only to discover that it was not there. Kyoko sighed again, sadder and more guilty. If he wasn't here, that meant he wasn't in the house. Well, the apology went down the drain, the four of them thought discouraged. Or at least it was until Yamamoto saw something strange in Tsuna's window, and without a second thought, he took the black thing and haloed it. It was a real pity that "it" fell and only his quick reflexes allowed him to save it.
"That wasn't necessary, you know?" Tsuna muttered, very annoyed now. "I'm very sorry, but what were you doing on the roof?" "I don't want to talk to any of you just yet, so that was the best place I could think of." But he never thought they would make him fall like that, and destroy the poor ice cream in the process. "... could you-" "No," he denied him before he finished the sentence. He knew very well what he would ask for. It was very unfortunate that he was very wrong. Tsuna only asked him to forget the matter and leave him alone for a while, not to simply leave him alone as he believed and the others too. "Look, we're sorry, friend, but we're afraid of you..." It was a real tragedy that none of them knew that those were the magic words to wake up a monster. "... for you rather, and-"
"Then just get out!" Even Fuuta backed away from the scream and the blow that followed. "Go away and don't come back if you're so scared, I don't want to see you again!"
To tell the truth, Tsuna was overreacting. They had no idea that just those measly words together had hurt him a lot. They didn't know everything he had lived just out of fear, everything he had lived thanks to his family being afraid of him and more, but it all started with fear. However, they could perfectly tell that they had screwed up, especially seeing the rather furious orange eyes perfectly fixed on them. Yamamoto completely forgot the pain of the blow at such a sight, as chance of life he was the only one brave or foolish enough to be closer to his fists.
"We don't mean we're exactly afraid of you, Juudaime! We're scared and-" "Get out..." Kyoko hastened to complete the sentence upon seeing the flames come to life. "Worried! Worried about you, Tsuna-kun! And scared about what could have happened to you!" "I said to disappear from my sight..." oh, oh. "... now."
"I knew we would hurt you, that's why I didn't want to talk about it with you... you're scaring us because you're acting differently! You're careless! We don't want you dead! Come on, Tsuna... you can't get upset that we're scared for you, for your well-being..."
The answer was a clear: "of course I can," because he did not calm down but seemed even worse. At that moment, Tsuna wasn't really reasoning. He was scared and irritated, and very sad too. They were pushing him hard without knowing it. If only they had listened instead of cutting him off on that question or just letting him calm down, they wouldn't be in this situation. What a blunder, how did they fix it now?
"Get out of here..." His flames grew exponentially, and for a moment they believed that the best thing to do was to leave him and pray that he would calm down and forgive them.
In a way, they would have wished that instead of seeing Tsuna close one eye in pain, but stubborn enough not to stop. Obviously, he was still very drained if just that state caused him pain. However, pain or not, what the hell could they do if he didn't calm down? Fight against him? Of course not! Tsuna would call them fools if he wasn't involved in the whole thing.
"... Tsuna, please just calm down... no-" "Are you going to attack us, Tsuna-nii?! You promised to protect us!" cried the poor boy, both frightened and worried. "You are not Tsuna-nii!" Strangely, Tsuna was deathly calm at this, too calm.
"I'm not, huh?" he said grimly, and his flame grew bigger, making him tremble with pain. "Whether it is or not, it doesn't matter. If you are afraid of me, what the hell are you still doing here?"
Even Fuuta blinked. Was that it? Was that what had him so ready to attack them? They really were. He surely felt not only annoyed, but quite hurt behind that anger for a bad pun. Tsuna showed no emotion at seeing Gokudera kneel at his feet. He just took steps backwards.
"I'm very sorry, Juudaime! I won't doubt you ever again! Let me commit sen-Juudaime..."—surprised end, he never knew that Tsuna had so much strength. "Do you think that committ-"
"You think suicide would make you happy? How naive. That's why I'd kill you myself."
She dropped him on the floor as if nothing had happened, her orange eyes looking at him, almost irritated. "If you want a punishment so much, go and be Haru's butler for a day..."
Gokudera shuddered, and Tsuna let out a small snort.
"Ma Ma—"
"Get out," he immediately cut him off, not even looking. "Get out of the way, the door's right there."
"And me, Juudaime?" The Storm Guardian jumped up immediately. Hadn't he just been forgiven?
"Ma Ma, excuse us, Tsuna, it wasn't our intention to hurt your feelings. As you can see, no one here is afraid of you..." she couldn't help but joke, "but this attitude of yours is scary." It was a mix of a joke and the truth.
Tsuna said nothing, just looking at them. His flame slowly died out, but he still looked quite annoyed and tired from what he had done. He pointed a finger at Yamamoto and said simply, "You owe me an ice cream, and you'd better get me one before Mom and the kids get back."
Yamamoto could only break out in a cold sweat and laugh. What a way of saying, "Nothing happened."