There was only one word with which Tsuna would be able to describe his weekend: pandemonium. Some might say that he was in the middle of World War III and that it was fortunate he was alive and a miracle he didn't have a scar. Others would say that he came out of hell itself, God only knows how. For his part, Tsuna would laugh at any of those people without any shame. The only reason he seemed totally healthy was because he knew how to use the flame of the sun very well—after so many blows and so much from Reborn, who wouldn't learn? And honestly, he had gone through worse things, although this one didn't fall far behind. He was tired and in a foul mood.
Luckily, no one had shown up at the house. It was just Reborn and him. Who knows what would have happened if by chance someone had arrived just to see such a massacre. Despite all his suffering, pain, and even irritation, he felt sorry for those who would have to fix everything. Why? Because everything was unrecognizable and a pigsty. What had Reborn said yesterday to the police? He didn't remember very well, but it had to do with a gas leak and an explosion. Although in reality, it was said tutor sweeping—sorry, making him taste the floor—among other things. He was still not sure if it was a good thing or not that he had lost the taste and the need to eat, because he had not eaten any morsel, another form of punishment along with everything else that he did not dare to remember. Because of that, he only felt a slight discomfort, although it could also be a lack of sleep.
Tsuna could almost swear that his sadistic tutor had made a month of punishment go into a mere weekend because he had no rest at all. It was only five minutes ago that he was able to heal and only because he had already come out of the "rubble," from the police interrogation, from the army of firefighters, and neighbors with nothing better to do than apparently find out what was happening. He only had two minutes left to arrive on time. It would make Hibari angry more than necessary because he was not going to make his life more bitter by arriving on time. Besides, arriving on time would do absolutely nothing to prevent the beating that Hibari planned to give him anyway.
Although on the other hand, it was better not to take too long. Reborn must have been close and he did not want to face two demons at the same time. He was already irritated enough as he was and surely he would explode unintentionally and produce who knows how many more problems to his account. However, he still couldn't understand why the hell he had to blow up the house and make such a fuss. If it was to use that as an excuse to embarrass him and make him feel humiliated, bad news, there was almost nothing to embarrass him more at this point in his life.
Elsewhere, Gokudera and Yamamoto had finally arrived at their destination, arguing as usual. However, the discussion ended abruptly when they realized the presence of a certain prefect and, above all, saw that said prefect did not even look at them despite having arrived 32 seconds late. Thankful for the good part of the super-rare event, they began to quickly head to where they should be when a strong impact resounded throughout the place. They slowly turned their heads to see who had been the poor recipient of such a blow, only to blink at what was happening in front of them.
"Are you not even going to let me pass, Hibari-san?" Tsuna asked, both amused and bitter, holding a tonfa with one hand while dodging the other, and then counterattacking and separating from the prefect.
"I will bite you to death," was the only thing the Carnivore said without taking his eyes off his prey.
Within minutes, the vast majority of the student body was watching the fight of the year from the windows and anywhere else they couldn't be accidentally hit easily, with treats in their hands. It was like watching an action movie, but with the danger of getting hurt for free. What was the name of the film? "The Painful Death of Dame-Tsuna," starring none other than Hibari Kyoya and Sawada Tsunayoshi, or Dame-Tsuna. Sadly, the movie had no summary. They didn't know what the reason behind the whole thing was other than being late, but it was certainly very entertaining.
"Ciaossu," greeted the Sun Arcobaleno, coming out of a strange door inside the building's cement. He was sitting on a comfy mini couch, eating popcorn and sipping what suspiciously looked like Coca-Cola.
"Good morning, Reborn-san!" Gokudera was the first to emerge from his daze.
"Yup," was the only thing the baseball player could manage.
Frankly, poor Tsuna looked a mess even though Hibari hadn't been able to fit his teeth in yet. Oh, right, Tsuna had promised the prefect a fight today. That explained why the hell Hibari wouldn't even let him in. All but the combatants and Reborn grimaced at the blow that followed, but Tsuna rose as if nothing had happened and just in time to block and break one of the tonfas. No one was surprised when Hibari pulled another one out of nowhere; he probably had an infinite number. But they felt wallet pain; repairing all this wouldn't be cheap.
If Tsuna was honest with himself, he didn't want to fight. He wanted to grab the first idiot he saw and tattoo his face on a tree from the beating he was going to give him. Hibari, unknowingly at that very moment, was that idiot, and Tsuna was more than ready to leave him in the hospital for at least a month. The only thing that stopped him was that Hibari was not only his guardian but his friend, something that surely the prefect had not even thought of, and the Hibari of his time wanted him dead. But maybe even that wouldn't save Hibari from tasting the dust on the ground if he kept lashing out at him as if he wanted to kill him or try something... He honestly didn't know what.
Reborn only smiled as he ate bite after bite. He couldn't "help" because Leon wasn't "available," so his useless student was on his own. Let's see how useless you really are, Tsuna, thought the Arcobaleno to himself. He was killing two birds with one stone: he taught him respect and honesty and at the same time evaluated him. He was an excellent tutor, and anyone who said otherwise would get a bullet in the forehead. Maybe it was a good idea to record all this; without a doubt, it would make good money and it would serve as blackmail... to whoever lost, of course.
From the prefect's point of view, his opponent wasn't fighting seriously, and that made him angry. Firstly because he promised her a good fight, and secondly because he was letting her know that he was not an opponent worthy of respect. If that was the case, he was going to show him that he was an opponent to be feared, and he would bite to death anyone who dared to interfere.
It was such a good fight that many were wondering what the hell had happened to "Dame-Tsuna." He was usually "no Dame" when he walked alone indoors, despite how ridiculous and embarrassing he looked when that happened. But I was--well, for the most part, I was dressed, poor clothes... he would surely have to throw it in the trash after Hibari broke up with him. If he didn't end up in the hospital, of course, that was the safest thing to do because of how Hibari was acting. However, no one would dare to question the prefect's reasons; no one wanted to be bitten to death.
Surprisingly or impossibly, depending on the point of view, the "Goku vs. Frieza" battle, although they didn't know who was who, became "Goku Super Saiyan 4 vs. Mr. Satan" when Hibari blinded Tsuna with sand in one of his punches. Frankly, anyone would have thought that "Goku" would be Hibari. Even Hibari had prepared to do as much damage as possible in the next attack.
"Tsuna! Hibari is going to—Crash!"
Unfortunately for Hibari, instead of finding an advantage in the battle, he made a serious mistake. No one knew all the experience this Tsuna had in battles, especially if he was lacking in sight. Nor all the training that his tutor gave him for years, especially in those types of areas; blindness and poisons were widely used. But that wasn't exactly the mistake. The mistake was simple but at the same time stupid: the combination of mood, tiredness, and irritation, together with blindness. If Tsuna had been in a playful mood or even a fighting mood, he would not have acted that way but would have played with Hibari until he was bored. Anyway, all that was "if it were such a thing." What Hibari really obtained...
Tsuna didn't think; he just reacted. When Hibari was close enough to deliver his coup de grâce, the boy grabbed him by the wrist and, with a force of who knows where, lifted him into the air and threw him into a building before grabbing him by the foot, he didn't have time for anything, and throwing him into another... and another... and another... until he felt no more movement from his victim, and even so, he threw him for the last time to the window of the infirmary, leaving him perfectly in one of the beds without even seeing. It was a pity for Hibari, but what Tsuna had wanted to do all along was make someone eat dirt. He had only pressed the final button.
After that, still blind, Tsuna walked to the bathrooms and washed his face until he got rid of the sand and the burning/pain in his eyes, leaving an audience totally in shock and with their mouths on the ground. Apparently, even without knowing it, Tsuna had caused many people to eat dirt, or rather, flies, without even knowing it. Still, since everything had been instinctive since Hibari blinded him, Tsuna got no satisfaction from what had happened, and consequently, he was still in a state of horror.
Meanwhile, a baby returned to his headquarters to review the video and analyze everything that happened with a frown, somewhat curious and somewhat taken by surprise, because the latter had not been at all normal, taking into account all the conditions, rules, and facts. He had honestly believed that Hibari would win, for Tsuna had not rested at all since he came home on Friday night.
"Way to go, Juu-daime!" Maybe he was the only one who wasn't afraid or didn't see that it hadn't been very normal.
"Get up, Gokudera-kun. Besides, I haven't slept at all so I don't really know what I did..." I couldn't control myself. I want to sleep in peace! Is that too much to ask?!
"I think you went a little too far, Tsuna..." Yamamoto commented nervously, now seeing the dark bags under his eyes. He looked like a zombie.
"He'll survive," was the simple answer. The prefect still had his bones intact; he would be as if nothing had happened in a few days.
And so the three of them made their way to the room ignoring an audience, still in shock, who were watching each and every one of the craters made with Hibari's body. It was a terrifying ending. They didn't know whether to fear Tsuna now too, but... it was Dame-Tsuna and he had never done something like that before. Maybe it was a matter of the moment or a trick? For some reason, they didn't want to know the answer.
"...Are you okay? That fight was pretty lively..." Kyoko made a mental note to take her brother to Hibari. The poor thing had been turned into mashed potatoes.
However, the only response the girl got was an emotionless look followed by a nod. The next thing Tsuna did was throw himself at his desk to sleep, not caring where the hell he threw his backpack, in Gokudera-kun's face for trying to be a good right hand and prevent his boss's backpack from touching the floor. He didn't even do a double-take on the other students and the professor, who seemed to have seen death itself or something like it. Frankly, Tsuna couldn't care less; he just wanted to sleep and sleep.
To Yamamoto's relief, no one dared to touch or wake up Tsuna, either perhaps because of the walking threat of Gokudera, ready to blow them up on the spot if they so much as bothered their beloved boss, or perhaps because of the fear of ending up like Hibari. Tsuna was a living rock. Maybe they would have to talk to the baby to find out what had happened. Tsuna wasn't that explosive or brave, but again, this wasn't the first thing out of the ordinary. Everything was as normal as it could go during the rest of the morning. They had lunch without Tsuna—he was in the fifth cloud—because they did not want to know what mood he would wake up with.
Even Hana didn't dare to wake him up for rehearsals. She only pointed to the dark bags under his eyes as the only explanation. In Hana's humble opinion, whoever dared to wake him up would be food for lions. Anyone would want to kill the idiot who dared to stand between him or her and his or her well-deserved rest, and Tsuna should not be the exception. Let him sleep as much as he wanted; there was no problem, except maybe Hibari, who was biting to death anyone who came within his range of vision, courtesy of Kyoko and her brother. Although she doubted that Hibari wanted to disturb him right then, but after waking up... Considering Tsuna's condition, she couldn't blame him for what he did. Hibari didn't even bother to look past a fight.
At an unknown hour, Tsuna yawned and stretched like a cat, and with extreme laziness and incredible desire to continue sleeping, he managed to get up with another yawn. The cause of his awakening? It was a real misfortune. He wanted to continue sleeping, but a terrible urge to urinate had interrupted one of the best dreams of his life, although they were memories, in truth. On another topic, what time was it? There was no one except a cockroach that was accompanying him to the men's bathroom, which indicated the hygienic state of the school, not very good if a cockroach was keeping him company.
If Tsuna could describe that cockroach with one word, he would choose: intelligent. Or even psychic, because she pointed out where the paper and soap were. He was so asleep that his processing was incredibly slow and he did not identify what was in front of him immediately. However, it was difficult to miss a being that moved in such a quiet place for the moment. The cockroach, which he was going to call Rosa, could even fly and respected personal space, or she would no longer live to tell the tale. Blame his unthinking reactions. Maybe he would even adopt her, just to scare his mom for a while, because he didn't think he would live long with the predators that roamed the house and all the daily craziness. No, not even a mutated dinosaur would survive.
Clank!
At the sound, Tsuna immediately looked in that direction; all the sleep and tiredness evaporated. The cockroach only got into a grate and disappeared, sensing danger. Seeing and hearing nothing else, Tsuna returned to the hall, acting normally, in other words, just as he woke up, only a little more awake so as not to arouse suspicion. Inside, Tsuna was ready to roll heads. That minuscule mistake had woken him up enough to realize that he wasn't as alone as he seemed. While they couldn't do him any harm while asleep, and not just because of Natsu, the simple fact that they chose that precise moment to attack... he was already irritated by the lack of sleep and all that he endured over the weekend.
Tsuna pretended that he didn't see one of the broken windows when he entered the hall again, sat down, and pretended to sleep again. They had decided to dig their own graves at the time they made that sound, which was surely the window. They couldn't be more idiotic, honestly. Tsuna was internally grateful that he was alone in that place, a large place; he was going to have fun with them for a while and he didn't need anyone to stop him. As if reading his thoughts, something sharp and cold landed on his throat in a butterfly flutter. Too predictable...
"Vongola Decimo dies!" a man's voice sounded before delivering the coup de grâce.
Freeing himself from the grip, Tsuna grimaced. Really, couldn't they be more professional than this? Who the hell gives away their position in such a stupid way? he thought, remembering the obligatory stealth and assassination classes that Reborn made sure he learned the same way he breathed: totally natural. This display only increased his anger, because they were treating him like anyone else, and he was not just anyone. He was a monster! If they wanted to kill him, they must be better than him in this trade, and they were proving to be rookies. He was beginning to believe that only Reborn would be able to kill him, and he still didn't know why he hadn't done just that in his time.
Only five? Oh yes, they were taking it like anyone else. Sad for them because they had awakened the beast at a bad time, and on top of that, without taking it seriously. Hm, how ironic. They sure think I'm easy prey. They... they are my prey now. What Tsuna was least was an easy prey. If he were, how had he managed for so long just to keep his position, without any help? And unlike the Tsuna of this time, this Tsuna hated being so blatantly underestimated. They would die after Tsuna got bored of playing. They chose a bad time, irritability makes him angry easily, and being angry he does and undoes without really wanting to, and they chose a very bad way to do it. Rather, they were lucky that he would not kill them immediately and that...
Blam!
"Are you okay, Juu-daime?!" The shots have reached the ears of the nearest guards.
"Oh, great, an audience," Tsuna thought without even turning to look, bitter, followed by a thought that didn't last three seconds in his mind: "What are they doing here?" However, none of this stopped Tsuna from continuing with what he was doing, because at the time he did not even fully register who had arrived. What the boys saw from where he was was anything but cute. The scene happening in front of them left them planted on the floor in shock. Of all that they expected to see, it wasn't all the possible things to come. What had they seen? A 14-year-old boy cornering five men much bigger than him, like a cat to a mouse, and the cat was about to eat them.
Tsuna was about to kill one, breaking his windpipe with a blow to do it without pain while dodging some shots from the others who were beginning to rise, trembling like a leaf from the fear they carried. However, the next thing Tsuna knew, someone had grabbed his arms from behind, trying to pull him away from the assassins. Tsuna almost brushed him off, but he saw who he was just in time to avoid being hit with a bullet and accidentally hitting him himself. No matter the situation, time, place, or time, Tsuna would never harm his family intentionally. His mission was to protect them, no matter the cost. There was only one problem: this Tsuna didn't care about anything but his family, absolutely nothing else.
The moment the sound of gunfire reached their ears, both Gokudera and Yamamoto ran as fast as their legs would allow them to where they knew Tsuna was with his weapons at the ready. Firstly, because Tsuna was his friend. Secondly, because the sound of gunfire rang out in the direction of where he was. And thirdly, an attack could only happen if he was the target, so there was no doubt what they were looking for him, and it surely wasn't with good intentions in mind. Without thinking about it, once out of the shock, Yamamoto held Tsuna as the first instinctive reaction while Gokudera began to throw dynamite, but the aggressors took advantage of the moment to try to hurt them, which they almost succeeded.
However, in the next few seconds, everything came to an abrupt halt. A very dark murderous aura filled the room in no time. It was an aura full of anger, and promises of suffering and certain death. It was a very thick and gloomy aura, so much so that everyone present began to tremble in terror and flee as fast as their almost paralyzed legs would allow. The two of them remained where they were, close to fainting from fear, just from the amazement of seeing Tsuna in that state. He looked like a psychopath ready to rip out the first heart he saw despite being restrained. Weapons and danger were forgotten. It seemed that the two of them were in front of a beast about to wake up, if it wasn't already awake.
"Let go of me, let go of me now!" Tsuna shouted, annoyed, trying to let go and making his friends shudder. "I have to kill them before they escape!" Splash!
The impact Tsuna felt on his cheek was strong enough to pull him out of his blind rage for lack of a better description. It was enough for him to stop moving and the aura to disappear even faster than it came. Not knowing what to expect, Yamamoto let go of him a few moments later. Perhaps, and only perhaps, Yamamoto would not have released him in that way without at least telling him anything if he had remembered, or rather: if he had analyzed why Tsuna had acted in that way. Gokudera was no better than him, and that's why he said so little or did anything. That lack of action on their part only made things more complicated. Something that perhaps they should never have allowed at that moment was for Tsuna to see them, at least not with the faces they had.
It was sad, even regrettable, that they could not analyze in that short time what happened to Tsuna in that struggle. It was easy and simple: he just wanted to protect them in the best way he knew how. That this way had changed over the years was another issue, a rather delicate issue. Although perhaps they did not know how to end this, at least they should have known at that moment the reason that started everything, but they did not; fear and denial prevented it. On the other hand, it was also Tsuna's fault for forgetting exactly where he was, for forgetting that the Tsuna of this time would not have killed unless he had no other way out, unlike him, who killed because there was no point in not doing so and because it was the easiest way to eliminate threats, let alone cause fear and, consequently, reduce any attack on his family. Although the biggest reason was that nothing mattered anymore, because no matter what he did, he had already stained his hands in blood and his family didn't even want to see him anymore, so why not do it if he was already condemned to be alone? Killing alone decreased the attacks on the mansion. It was already like second nature to him, especially if he was having a bad day.
What Tsuna saw when he looked up slightly made him run away as his eyes moistened. He would never be able to forget those faces, ever. They were exactly the same faces, the same expressions that even after so many years tormented him. They were exactly the same expressions that were given to him when he killed for the first time; for some reason, Byakuran did not tell him. The only difference was that these had been a little more controlled. They were pale, frightened, and horrified. If he had killed even one, they would undoubtedly have been the same expressions. He didn't need to be told; he had screwed up. They wouldn't even want to see the Tsuna of this time, and it was all his fault. Such was the sadness and suffering she carried, that she didn't even bother to see if the murderers were gone or not. And just as for years for him, there was no one and nothing that at least told him: "everything will be fine".
Everything is dark, very dark, as usual. I feel very dizzy, and I feel like vomiting. The worst thing is that I haven't eaten anything, so it doesn't make much sense for me to vomit, apart from my headache, of course. I'm sure I have a fever too. I feel horrible. I even have a hard time staying awake. I've slept all day, for God's sake. It can't be that hard for me to keep my eyes open. Heck, I'm probably going to get sick. What did I do to get to this anyway? I can't remember. Maybe I have memory problems too, great.
Why is everything so quiet? Where are they? Worried or perhaps anxious? I don't know, I'm not sure. I looked everywhere slowly so as not to vomit, hoping to at least see someone, when there was nothing left to do but see the door closed. He had only to admit that he was alone. How stupid I am, of course there is no one. None of them care about me anymore. No one would come. Not knowing what else I could do, I dropped heavily again, staring at the door out of the corner of my eye and wishing someone would come through the door. A perfect waste of time. None of them would come; those times when at least one of them was always with me had died, and they would never come back.
I didn't do anything to stop the tears. For what? There was no one to see the pathetic Vongola Decimo. I miss them, I really miss them. Whenever I got sick, felt bad, or was injured they used to come and stay with me, supposedly to take care of me, but it always ended in fights and antics. They were fun moments.
Without realizing it, he raised one of his hands toward the door.
Gokudera-san used to be by my side all the time, getting to make me uncomfortable from time to time, but I never said anything to him because I loved the attention he gave me, always making sure I had everything I needed. He also used to yell at others to leave me alone, in a vain attempt to give me peace and to imply that he was more than enough to take care of me. It was so funny when one of the others always told him that it wasn't like that, and of course this triggered total chaos.
Yamamoto-san was the quietest of them all. He would sit next to me and, after reprimanding me for whatever happened, usually overwork, he would tell me all kinds of funny things to entertain me. Some things I didn't understand, others I couldn't even hear thanks to some fight or argument on the part of the others. And of course, he never missed an opportunity to talk about baseball. It was a good bedtime story. Come to think of it, did I ever make him feel bad about it?
Bovino-san was the funniest of them all, as he used to stand at the door with a carefree posture, pretending that he didn't care while giving me subtle looks of concern, if he wasn't arguing with Gokudera-san anyway.
Sasagawa-san would come in from time to time to try to cheer me up and try to heal me with his flames, knowing that I was useless. But his optimism was always contagious.
Dokuro-san would come with some sweets and flowers for me as gifts, making me think that I was visiting a dead person or someone very badly injured. A soft smile adorned his worried face, as he stood there, listening carefully to what the others were saying. The sad thing was that the flowers were often used as ammunition if there was a strong fight, and the sweets were stolen by Bovino-san playing the fool that he was not seeing it.
The one who scared me was Rokudo-san, because he appeared out of nowhere when he was distracted by something. When he appeared he made fun of my condition before telling me to get better, or else I wouldn't change the world of the mafia, and that I could not possess my body.
Hibari-san would sit in one of the corners of the room or lean against the door or wall, arms crossed, staring at me as if his gaze alone would be enough to make me well. It was scary, but after an hour it became normal, or rather: the closest thing to normal. When the crowd started to bother me, this had to happen sooner or later, I would get them all out of there without any objection. After killing half a room and creating at least a pile of paperwork exclusively for me, of course, that was never lacking.
I miss you all... but...
"...They're not coming..." I murmured softly, resigned. "Right?"
He dropped his hand, and with it fell the little hope that he still harbored in his heart, breaking into millions of fragments, surely irreparable.
With a sigh, I decided to just go back to sleep. I had nothing to do, and if I'm lucky, I'll feel better when I wake up, if that was possible.
Everything was complete blackness. I couldn't see anything in that place, but I kept walking anyway. I heard laughter a few seconds, minutes, and even maybe hours later, I couldn't say, and I looked at the direction of the sound. It was my family, but it was moving away. I started running, but they were getting farther and farther away.
"Wait for me, please wait for me!"
"Why would we make a monster?" one of them said without even turning around, the others agreeing without stopping.
"Get lost if you know what's good for you," he laughed at the end.
Before I knew it, I was alone, alone, and crying like a baby.
"Ha, what a devil's joke you are, totally useless except to kill, a disgrace..." I heard it say, a voice I hadn't heard in a long time. "And to think that you have good blood and you were given the best..." I swallowed, I didn't want to hear this, but I couldn't move. "You are a disgrace, you should never have been born. Why the hell don't you do everyone a favor and die a good-for-nothing monster?! Dying is the only thing that—"
I jumped awake, and immediately hid my face in a pillow. Maybe sleeping hadn't been a good idea, but when didn't I have nightmares? I was going to scream when I felt something wet and cold hold his foot, but a hand, or what I thought was a hand, also wet and cold and with a nauseating smell, covered her mouth. I slowly looked down to see what the hell that "hand" was and what I saw made me want to scream and run, and I couldn't. It was a hand, I had guessed it, but it was a skeletal hand with rotting flesh, and surely what is holding my foot is also part of a corpse?
Several arms and heads appeared in front of me, raising the bed. Oh, how I wanted to vomit, run, or scream. I screamed without being able to help being taken for more arms or whatever and pulled. One of the heads decided to speak while looking at me with only one rotten eye, using a terrifying but sweet voice at the same time, as if he was talking to a small child while smiling evilly, a demonic smile.
"They will not come back, and you, you will come where you belong, and this time there will be no one to save you."
Tsuna jumped at least two meters into the air from where he was sitting, shaking heavily and panting as if he had run a marathon. It was... It was just a dream, just a dream... a memory, rather, but a dream nonetheless... he thought while taking several deep breaths to try to calm himself. When the tremor had subsided to a slight one and he had stopped panting, he wiped his face fervently. He didn't need to look at a mirror to realize that it was a complete mess, and yet he couldn't stop crying. He had cried before he fell asleep, and now again. What a boss he was, crying like a baby. He would surely cry for the next few days. He had screwed up in a big way, and there was no way to fix it. And now that he had run away, they wouldn't forgive him; it was too obvious.
He had fallen asleep for almost three hours in this place. His back would kill him tonight, but he didn't care; he deserved that and more. Depending on the time, classes had long since ended, so no one should enter these bathrooms. Tsuna smiled a wry and very sad smile.
"Heh, even after so many years, you are still hiding in places like this, Dame-Tsuna," he muttered to himself in a low voice, leaving the cubicle. "You're just a stupid monster..." I mumble other things.
Tsuna had nothing to fix the fright that must have been at that moment, so he just washed his face and closed his eyes to his reflection. It was better not to see what it looked like. It didn't matter anyway. He had to go home and pretend that everything was fine until everyone found out what he was. Then he would just have to tell them that it wasn't their Tsuna but a monster, and then leave here, somehow and if they didn't kill him. Sigh, it wasn't fair to them. He had lost control, and he hurt them for it. He was an idiot, a useless... he could not forgive himself for this.
"...What do you think we should do?"
"I don't know... I'm not sure if... he was really going to kill them."
"...I know so little... but..."
They both looked at each other. Neither wanted to say it.
"Hey... isn't that...?"
"...Yes, what does he do in the middle of the rain like this... how so?"
"Do you want to reach it?"
"I don't think it's a good idea..."
They remained in silence, appreciating the solitary figure who walked aimlessly. Unnoticed by them, Tsuna was crying, thanking the rain that erased the evidence and comforted him, at least a little.
"...We need to talk to the baby..."
Because...
"...And the others..."
...he wasn't Tsuna, he couldn't be, it was impossible.