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@capodecimo
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Just a little heads up, I’m abandoning capodecimo. Not Tsuna, though. For ease of use, I’ve decided to combine both my tyl and tye blogs, and to keep the TYL as the main verse-- meaning you can find TYE Tsuna and all of his glory over at @giovanecapo
So go over there if you’re not already there. Though, I’m going to be really strict about follows this time.
... Yes. Thank you, and see you there. Maybe. (Is anyone here still alive that I don’t talk to on skype???)
To: Decimo [xx:xx] I’m home. [xx:xx] If you wish to see me, all you need to do is ask.
[ a friend ] can i see you… ? i need directions…
To: Decimo [xx:xx] Where are you? I’ll pick you up.
[ a friend] uh... a convenience store. it’s two blocks north from my school, i’ll wait outside.
dear, father
He tried not to be affected by Tsuna’s temper and words, but he felt a flicker of… hurt. He covered it instantly with a mild smile, although it was humorless. Something sharp and strange appeared in his eyes in a dark gleam, and the barb that came to his tongue was fast and almost cold.
“At least your parent did not abandon you because they were bored of you.” Or didn’t think you were good enough, he thought. It was a brief, fleeting thought that flashed through his mind, so swift that he had barely even register them. His frown immediately softened, and he regretted his words instantly.
“What I’m trying to say is, I am your friend, Tsuna. You don’t have to keep everything to yourself and bottle up all the hurts in your heart.” He said gently, infinite patience in his voice. “You can walk away from me right now, Tsuna, and I promise I will leave you alone.”
“Am I supposed to feel guilty? Oh, I’m sorry. Having one good parent must be so difficult. Look, I’m sorry your mom left. That sucks, and I won’t deny it, but you can’t possibly think that’s the same as an absent father and an airhead mother. Iemitsu pops in whenever the hell he feels like it, and mom doesn’t even notice when I’m gone-- and when she does notice me it’s to apologize to my friends about me being a burden. Because I’m useless. She does it to my face. If that wasn’t bad enough I have to deal with her shoving the idea that Iemitsu is the greatest dad in the world down my throat. Do you know how that feels? Do you know how much it sucks having to listen to your mom feed you lies? How much it sucks having to pretend you believe your dad so you don’t hurt her feelings, when you know she doesn’t give a shit about yours?”
“If you want to have a pity party that’s fine, but find someone else. I already said I want to be left alone, I don’t want to talk about it, especially not with you. You don’t have a mom but you still have a good dad and a way to get somewhere in life. All I have is a lot of blood on my hands from a family I didn’t even know about and a set of negligent parents.”
To: Decimo [xx:xx] I’m home. [xx:xx] If you wish to see me, all you need to do is ask.
[ a friend ] can i see you... ? i need directions...
@daemon-spade
[ a friend ] hey are you busy right now or... around even? where do you even go when youre not here? not that you should always be here...
[a friend] nvm (~_~;)
dear, father
Takeshi merely raised a brow at his friend’s response, staring at the onigiri in his hands. It looked like a mouse has taken a few nibbles to the snack, that’s all.
He was never one to push, but Takeshi has never liked seeing his friends unhappy too, and that unweighted his choice not to pry into Tsuna’s business.
“Of course I can,” He replied. “But seeing that the mention of Iemitsu-san has clearly make you angry, it’s because of today’s Father’s Day that put you in a bad mood the entire day, isn’t it?” His eyes softened and he looked away, leaning against the roof fence.
“You can stay over at my place if you don’t want to see him.” He said quietly.
“I wasn’t asking about your ability to mention him, I asked about your self control... Got my answer anyway.” Clearly Yamamoto doesn’t have any, since the first thing he did was mention Iemitsu again.
Tsuna gets up and dusts himself off before looking at Yamamoto again. “Look. I don’t want to talk about it. I can walk around until I’m too tired, and then I’ll go to sleep. I don’t need to hang out at your house, and it wouldn’t help anyway. It’s bad enough having to listen to you talk about how great your dad is, I don’t want to have to see it too.”
“I’m going to go for a walk, leave me alone.” He’s pretty sure Yamamoto isn’t going to listen, but that’s fine, he can just ignore him.
dear, father
“Well he’s had longer to do it, so…” That what makes sense, right? Tsuna still hasn’t gotten far in terms of ‘eating’ his food, and seems content to just… take it apart, picking off clumps of rice and popping them in his mouth.
Like he’d rather be preoccupied with what’s in his hand rather than what’s going to come out of his mouth. Maybe he should have gone home… It’s not really nice of him to use Yamamoto as an excuse to escape his mother.
“Haha, that’s probably true.” Takeshi chuckled, chasing the taste of the rice down with water. He placed down the bottle, twisting the cap on tightly before he reached forward to cup Tsuna’s hands around the untouched onigiri. His voice was uncharacteristically gentle as he smiled at Tsuna. “You don’t have to eat it now if you’re not hungry. I can pack it for you to take home and eat.”
He leaned away, deciding to stop dallying the inevitable. “I heard that Iemitsu-san recently came back to Japan.”
Tsuna stares blankly at Yamamoto’s hands around his own. “I am eating it...” Just improperly and incredibly slowly. It’s probably really obvious how sour he is the second Yamamoto mentions his father, and he pulls his hand away-- leaving his food behind.
“Can you not mention him?” He doesn’t really care how rude his tone is, his dad is the last thing he wants to talk about.
dear, father
“Thank you, Yamamoto…” Tsuna takes an onigiri, not really worried about the filling. He doesn’t eat it right away, though, instead staring at it in his hand and turning it over. He wonders who made it… Yamamoto or his father? It looks perfectly shaped, but that doesn’t really mean anything.
“Can you cook too, Yamamoto?” Probably, it’d be weird if he didn’t know how… Right? He realizes too late he’s opening up to conversation that includes Yamamoto’s dad.
Oh well. Lesser of two evils, like he said.
Takeshi took a deliberate bite of his onigiri and let the silence dragged on, mulling over Tsuna’s question. It was only until the silence started to become a little awkward that he finally spoke.
“Yes, I love experimenting with different styles of cooking.” He explained, swiping a rice off his cheek with a thumb. “But my dad will always be better at cooking than I am.”
He swallowed the last of his onigiri, not commenting on the fact that Tsuna was just picking at the onigiri in his hands.
“Well he’s had longer to do it, so...” That what makes sense, right? Tsuna still hasn’t gotten far in terms of ‘eating’ his food, and seems content to just... take it apart, picking off clumps of rice and popping them in his mouth.
Like he’d rather be preoccupied with what’s in his hand rather than what’s going to come out of his mouth. Maybe he should have gone home... It’s not really nice of him to use Yamamoto as an excuse to escape his mother.
Too cold.
dear, father
Tsuna debates his options. Takeshi has a good dad, and it’s father’s day, so he might end up talking about him… But his mom is an airhead and thinks Iemitsu is a blessing from above. If he doesn’t go with Takeshi, he doesn’t have to hear about his good dad, but if he does he won’t have to hear about his own awful dad.
“Sure.”
He’d rather feel envy than anger.
Despite the one-word answer, Takeshi felt a smile graced his face. Grinning, he threw his arm across Tsuna’s shoulders and dragged the other boy up to the rooftop. Fortunately, there was no one around.
“Here,” He settled down in a corner. “I packed some onigiri and umeboshi. Feel free to take as much as you like. It’s a bit too much for me alone.”
He averted his gaze, biting into his own onigiri.
“Thank you, Yamamoto...” Tsuna takes an onigiri, not really worried about the filling. He doesn’t eat it right away, though, instead staring at it in his hand and turning it over. He wonders who made it... Yamamoto or his father? It looks perfectly shaped, but that doesn’t really mean anything.
“Can you cook too, Yamamoto?” Probably, it’d be weird if he didn’t know how... Right? He realizes too late he’s opening up to conversation that includes Yamamoto’s dad.
Oh well. Lesser of two evils, like he said.
dear, father
Now even Gokudera was noticing Tsuna’s sullenness. The silver-haired bomber’s face was starting to darken, his sharp eyes glaring holes at their teacher for making his boss upset – even though he has no idea why.
And suddenly, Takeshi understood.
Because it’s a pain and grief he understand all too well. He settled in his seat, quiet and contemplative, but never taking his eyes off the brunette’s back. When the school bell rang to signify the end of class, he quickly stood up, weaving easily through the mob of rushing students dashing out of the classroom. He reached Tsuna’s side before Gokudera could, and he smiled down at his Sky.
“Hey, Tsuna, what do you say we have lunch at the rooftop before we head home?” He asked, his easy smile still plastered on his face. “I have extra bento boxes today, and more than enough to share with you and I.”
As expected, Gokudera started to protest, but before his voice could raise any louder, he was suddenly snatched away by a child clad in ninja costume, who looked suspiciously like a certain baby Takeshi knew. He watched the two vanished in bemusement, wondering at his luck. Lady Luck must be smiling down at him for bringing him someone to distract Gokudera.
Tsuna debates his options. Takeshi has a good dad, and it’s father’s day, so he might end up talking about him... But his mom is an airhead and thinks Iemitsu is a blessing from above. If he doesn’t go with Takeshi, he doesn’t have to hear about his good dad, but if he does he won’t have to hear about his own awful dad.
“Sure.”
He’d rather feel envy than anger.
dear, father
Tsuna has always been the quietest of the three of them. It was no surprise; Tsuna was used to being in the shadows, no matter how hard his friends tried to drag him out of it. But even for Tsuna, he was unsettlingly quiet today.
Takeshi tried to remember the past few days’ events. Nothing special seemed to happen, except for the usual Reborn-spartan training, school homework and the normal assassination attempts on the Neo Primo. He felt like he was missing something incredibly important – and that he felt abnormally stupid for not remembering what it was.
The day passed quickly, monotone and tedious. Their last year of high school was soon finishing and they were going to graduate in a couple of months more, so Takeshi could not be blamed if he decided to slack off in Science. The swordsman glanced out of the window, staring longingly at the clear blue sky. The clouds drifted aimlessly and Takeshi felt his gaze flickered towards his own Sky.
Tsuna’s face was tired and his brown eyes unfocused, staring blankly at their teacher. Sensei was going on and on about biology and the genetics of humans. It seemed that only Gokudera was paying fervent attention to the lecture while Takeshi was more concerned over his friend’s state.
Genetics, the perfect time to pick on Tsuna.
Are you more like your mother or your father?
"I look like my mother.” And she’s an airhead, so I take after her there too. He wants to ask the teacher if that’s not what he meant, if he wanted to ask which of Tsuna’s parents is the stupid one-- the look on his face says it all. He doesn’t look up while speaking, and wants to ignore the teacher when they ask about his father.
“He’s overseas.” That’s really all he says on the subject, not replying to anything else said to him. Eventually the teacher moves on, and Tsuna lays his head down on his desk. He wants today to be over already.
dear, father
for @capodecimo
For Father’s Day, Takeshi brought his father a brand new set of kitchen knives. He knew the older man has been eyeing that new set for months, and Takeshi has been saving up for the last few weeks so he could finally buy it as a Father Day’s gift. The look on Tsuyoshi’s face was enough to put Takeshi in a good mood the whole day, and as he set out for school, whistling under his breath, he felt his own lips twitched into a brilliant smile at the look of utter surprise and happiness on his father’s face.
“Good morning!” He called out cheerfully as he spied his two friends waiting for him by the school gate. Gokudera, bright-cheeked and wide smiles originally, immediately soured when he spotted Takeshi walking towards them. He growled in annoyance, but it was half-hearted, and Takeshi has gotten used to the bomber’s snappish attitude when it came to him.
“You made Tenth waited for five minutes, you idiot!” Gokudera chided loudly. Takeshi merely laughed and patted his friend’s back, ignoring the latter’s affronted spluttering as the Rain immediately turned to look at Tsuna.
“Sorry I made you both wait. Let’s get to class!” He said, smile not faltering in the least even as he felt something really wrong. It was not a feeling that screamed danger, since his hitman’s instincts were quiet and docile. While he might not have Tsuna’s hyper intuition, he was still perceptive enough to notice when his friend was feeling… off. But he decided not to pry at the moment and chose to observe Tsuna more carefully today.
Father’s day... There’s nowhere safe to hide today. He doesn’t want Gokudera to pry, he doesn’t want to watch Yamamoto be happy with his dad or ask him to skip school, but he doesn’t want to stay home and have to listen to his mom go on and on about how Iemitsu is great...
So he went to school anyway, and he promised himself he’d try not to be too sour.
Gokudera didn’t seem to notice anything was off, and neither did Yamamoto... Which is a good thing, probably. His response to the rain guardian is delayed, like he’s not paying attention. “Huh... Yeah...” He doesn’t want to go to class, today is going to be bad enough without getting ridiculed by his teachers and classmates.
Hopefully today goes by quickly.
ᴅᴇʙɪᴛ cards were an interesting invention humanity had created. There was no longer a need to carry currency on your person, and all you had to do was carry around a plastic card. There were still quite a few mysteries about it, but he had followed along decently well when the brunet explained it to him.
What had been a surprise about this encounter, however, was the young Vongola asking to be trained. Training was something he went through during his secret intelligence years—never during his years of association with the mafia. Perhaps that was one of many things that had changed, all in order to prepare for a better future. There was much to be learned from the past, and his generation had made many mistakes the Decimo could learn from—and better improve himself with. It was with that in mind that he had accepted.
That, and the young Sky’s intentions were DIFFERENT from the Cloud that kept trying to fight him.
❝ Why not? The more practice you get in, the better. Besides, you’re free right now, aren’t you? ❞
"Uh, yeah, I am... And yeah, I guess...” It’s not really a lie, he’s not doing anything at the moment. He didn’t go grocery shopping for his mother, he just picked up some snacks, so it’s not like he can delay it by saying he needs to go home first either.
“We should start walking, then. It’s not going to get late soon, but... I don’t really want to be found by Hibari-san. The last thing I want is for him to decide he needs to train me too in some weird kind of alpha predator competition with you-- Not that I think you’d participate in that, but still... He’s really stubborn and I have a hard time saying no to him.” Stubborn and strong, and likely to beat up Tsuna anyway.
“We’re going to Namimori Shrine.” He points in the direction of it. “You’ll see why in a little bit. Also please be patient with me, I’m not a fast walker...”
@nuaridit
“Um... Thank you, Alaude-san, for taking the time out of your day to help me get stronger...” Originally, Tsuna was going to ask Hibari for help with his training, but he couldn’t find the cloud guardian and figured he’d better not risk looking for him.
On the way home from the grocery store, however, he ran into Alaude and, after explaining how debit cards work and the benefits of them, asked him if he didn’t mind eventually helping Tsuna with some training.
Tsuna wasn’t expecting a response to it, considering he’s weaker than Hibari and Alaude has declined Hibari numerous times for that reason alone. He did get a response though, a yes, and a hand at his back telling him to lead the way.
“R-right now?” He’s not sure right now is a good idea, he needs to prepare himself for this kind of thing!
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"Mukuro!” He points at Mukuro’s boots. “Those boots were made for walkin’!”
