Ohay, I hope your summer is going great, I didnât know what to do exactly so this gift goes..a little wild, Iâm so sorry about it, I really hope youâll enjoy it nonetheless !
Tsuna â Undertale A.U âȘ
The, long-awaited, day off finally arrived and Tsuna counted on it to rest and recharge after the endless trainings Reborn loved to inflict him under the crushing sun.
The comfy hammock seemed to be well tied to the trees rising in his garden and he took place on the outstretched piece of fabric with a satisfied smile on his face, the pleasant little wind brushed his hair off his face as he closed his eyes and sighed with content to the incoming nap.
An uneasy feeling stroke him hard in the guts as the sleep began to engulfed him and a frown painted his face when he realized he wasnât able to open his eyes anymore, the mesmerizing words of Morpheus danced around him as he choose not to fight against the troubelsome feeling, how wrong he was.
The nervous sensation eventually faded and he found himself walking in the dark, a cold fresh air hitting him as if winter was coming, finally, a faint but warm orange flame appeared few feet ahead of him, so close but so far as well.
Tsuna extended his arm, ready to catch the flare as his speed increase and without any warning, the source of light was nowhere to be seen and this frightful sens punch him in the stomach again; he felt his feet leave the ground followed by a no-end fall.
After what seemed a whole decade, his back hit the ground with a dull sound and a groan escaped his lips as he lifted up on his elbows, looking around him questioningly. A bitter smell of mold stuck to whatever dark cavern he found himself in, and he got up as quick as possible wiping his dirty hands on his pants a disgusted look on his face.
He pondered, for a minute or two if he had to sit here and wait for someone to rescue him, after considering ten types of possible and awful death in this place, he breathed deeply, and with a sharpened ear, he took the decision it was way better to go find the exit himself but before he could entered the only noticeable corridor, a little voice caught his attention.
«May I ask where youâre going without any instructions Tsuna idiot?»
After a jump and a swallowed scream, Tsuna scrutinized the empty room in order to spot the so-unwelcomed-baby-voice, until his eyes landed on a throat-clearing grunt to his feet.Here he was, in all his glory, the Arcobaleno dressed like a sweet and radiant sunflower in a pot, before the young man could open his mouth, the blossom peeped again.
«Howdy-ssu. And welcome to our marvelous world, if you want to get out of here, thereâre several things you should be informed about;First thing first Iâm your best friend, I only want your well being and I dare you to think otherwise. Then if you want to return to your world safe, thereâs only one solution..Kill or be killed.
- Whaaaa- Re-reborn what the? What are you talking about, why are you in this outfit? Where the hell am I ?!»
At the sound of his name and the hint of untrust in Tsunaâs voice, the ground began to tremble under his jar, his leaves contorted and withered in frightening way, as pointed rows of teeth bloomed on his less-sympathetic face.
The Vongola Boss took a step backward, stumbling on an impressive root slowly wrapping around his leg as the creepy mouth made his way toward his calf.
«Got you!»
What seemed like Yamamotoâs voice echoed in the cave and two strong arms caught him by the middle as he was lifted and threw on a large yet soft shoulder, he watched the horrible figure shrink on his field of view unable to catch the smirk she was sending their direction, while his rescuer didnât stop to flee.
After few turns and bridges, the cold fresh air of the outside hit Tsunaâs face and relief invaded him as he glimpsed at the end of this nightmare, his savior dropped him harshly on the ground, and Tsunaâs coccyx would definitely remember the shock.
He passed a hand in his messy brown hair, before letting a smile play on his lips, he lifted his head, ready to thanks his friend as he stopped on two hairy feet.
His hues followed a massive body to reach a horny face with two long goaty ears ornamenting a Rain guardian smiling face, Tsuna couldnât hold back his scream this time and backed away far enough to be out of range from this inhuman-Yamamoto-being adorning a questionning look on his face.
He ran, ran until he wasnât able to breath anymore, he walked throught these ruins for an ungodly amont of time, ignoring the creepy noises from the stones and red bushes, he didnât look once around him, and he was certain he already passed these stairs two times.He finally stopped his race in the middle of snowy woods, his feet roughly sinking on the white powder which didnât seem real in the middle of summer, his chest heavy, his eyes closed, he let his back slipped against a tree trunk, trying to catch his breath, repeating like a mantra in his head;
«Itâs not real. It canât be. Come on, youâll open your eyes and everything will be back to normal, take a deep breath, two, and three, itâll be okay.»
His heart beat calmed down a bit and he opened his eyelids slowly, how he wished to find himself back in his room, but he regreted quickly to not have whished to see again the plenty of firs surrounded him.
His hues were welcomed by a toothy grin, litterally, under a plaster covering what looked like a hole, and two deep dark cavities, digged in naked skull, were piercing his soul few inches from his face.
A long bony finger came to touch his chin as a loud and excited cavernous voice came out of this bone heap. «Kyoko-Sans guess what I found!»
With a terrifying scream, Tsuna wake up on the soft grass of his garden, matted between wires and stuck like a mummie in his shakedown.
A hoarse laugh made him stop in his track as he was stuggling to free himself from his fabric-jail, someone was visibly trying to help him get out of there and when his face reached the air, rays of sunshine prevent him to see the helpful hand, he squinted as much as he could, to only decrypt the dark letters on the shirt above him.. «Jog Boy».
When realization stroke him, he got up still wrapped inside the hammock, jumped above the fences and ran in the middle of the street sshouting from the top of his lungs, leaving behind him, a dumbfounded Ryohei who was just passing by while warming up for his training.
As this Undertale story wasnât too summerish, here are some additional little stuff (:
Xanxus - â«
Xanxus closed his eyes, inhaling softly the bitter scent of salty sea and wooden fire which will probably coat his clothes with a not-so-nice smell, but he didnât care at all.
The sound of the waves softly dying on the bank and the distant ruckus of the party rocked him slowly as he enjoyed even more the little break he gave himself. Toes in the sand still warm from the day, he sighed comfortably sitting in the back of his chair like throne, drinking one more gulp of his scotch, leaving an empty glass in the crook of his hand.
When he opened his eyes again, he let his hues wandered around the leisurely moves of the sea enlightened by the moon, cold and shiny rays kissing each mount and valley she had to offer.
He stopped on the curvy figure in the water, the white dress she was wearing fitted her forms perfectly as she ondulating graciously like the flame of the campfire to his feet, no splash was heard as she danced to the rythm of the soft breeze and she disappeared in the depht with a beat of eyelashes.
He scrutinized the horizon, unable to discern the chimaera who charmed him, after a while, he let out a curse and plunged the hand in the frozen bucket to retrieve the bottle and pour himself a new full glass.
With a full swig and a wince, he closed his eyes again, letting the clear movements of this bewitching mermaid haunting his mind until the end of the night.
Daisy - âȘ
Children donât understand whatâs different, but it doesnât excuse them. Children are mean. Children are stupid.
The sun was shining brightly when the institute decided to took all the young patients to the beach, as most of them were already running in the sand toward the water or making team to play with a ball, Daisy didnât pay attention to the crowd movement around him, focusing on the hermit crab at his feet, blinking under his straw hat.
After long minutes of studying the environement, the little child got up, a bucket and shovel in one hand, his pink bunny dragged behind him in the other, he fell on the ground with a muffled âthudâ and turned his attention fully on the plan stucked in his head.
Hours passed as the nurses relayed themselves to pass sunscreen on his back and nose as Daisy never lost his concentration, eyeing from time to time the returned pail next to him above whom throned King Bubu, spotted by the sand.
A smile crept to his thin lips as he got up and admired, proudly, his fortified castle perfectly executed, built in the image from his favorite book.
After double cheking the solidity of the foundations, he drew near the not-forgotten bucket and lifted it slowly, he carefully slipped tiny fingers below to retrieve the small crab.
The little guy struggled as much as he could, pinching whatever skin he could reach, leaving bleeding scratches from time to time, but the boy never let him go until his claws touched the main room of the vast mansion.
Daisy got up, wipping the sand off his knees, he hugged the plush back against his body, before adressing a last sentence to the curious shellfish visiting his new dwelling.
«Itâs not funny to wander around all lost and alone.. here, a home just for you, I hope you could finally be happy in there.»
With those final words, he turned his head to the sound of his name toward the accompanists waving in his direction, he threw one last glance full with envy to his new friend before joining back the crowd, dragging feet, never letting go of his only friend.
Fon - â«
He was a man of passion and simple things, listening to the tiniest sensation of his body triggered by what the world has to offer and he couldnât have asked for a better lazy day.
The slothful wind of the hot summer throught his yukata, the sensation of the fresh grass on the bare skin of his feet and the juice of the tasteful fruit he was chewing were the only things that matter for Fon at the moment.
He always loved Summer as far as he can remembers, celebrations and festivals, mild night temperatures that allowed him to sleep on the ground of his garden, clear starry sky and laugh of kids running everywhere in the streets.
The sound of the slamming door echoed in the house and reached the yard, informing the return of friends and family, without a word, Luce took place on the wooden floor of the terrace, crossing her legs as she positioned herself under the sweet rays of sunshine humming a soft tune.
A tired smile touched Fonâs face when the first few notes reached his ears and he opened an eye, welcomed by the true beauty of the sincere blue sky ornamented with the delicate branches of the cherry tree above him.
He grabbed the last piece of mango, bringing it to his lips as he closed his eyes again, rocked by the lullaby, enjoying the peaceful time before the incoming raging storm.
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