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Pretty awesome april fools. Much like Dante, I too, took psychic damage. The voice acting basically multiplied the pain I felt from seeing everything unfold. I wasn't expecting them to deliver anything, much less voiced, anytime soon. It's nice seeing they still got the whimsy in them.
Ooh! New blog to read! Yay (≧∇≦) Can I request for s/o waiting for Tsuna at their meeting place because they've agreed to go out on a date (please make it an angst) I wish you the best for this blog! (*´∇｀*) HWAITING!
“You are radiant.”
You looked up from your phone and smiled at the brunet that stood in front of you, smile a mirror of yours.
“I tried my best.” You replied.
For the first time in ages Tsuna had been finally free from his mafia obligations at the same time you were freed from yours, and you two could finally go on a date. You couldn’t afford to be less than radiant to the man you loved.
He offered his arm, and you held it, unable to stop smiling for whatever reason possible. You couldn’t explain with words how joyful it was to be finally there, at that restaurant. With him.
Tsuna spoke a few words with the receptionist and led you to your table on the balcony. It was one of those fancy restaurants with balconies that you were certain you couldn’t afford if you were alone.
You two engaged on small talk on the way to your table, and when you reached there you thought to yourself that you never smiled and laughed so much in your life. The night had just started and you were already happy beyond the normal.
He appreciated every laugh and smile he could get from you, as he could see that you were genuinely enjoying yourself. One of the reasons he fell for you was because of how genuine you always were in whatever you did. It was so easy to read your emotions.
The night couldn’t be better for both of you, and he secretly wished that that moment never ended.
You didn’t know that it would end sooner than expected.
The waiter had just given you the menu, and you had chosen what you wanted. When the man disappeared with your order, Tsuna felt uncomfortable.
He knew it was his intuition telling him something, but didn’t know what. It was vague and annoying. His eyes scanned the people below, trying to identify something out of place and you noticed that he was distant.
“Tsuna, what’s wrong?”
His eyes snapped back at you, stared at your worried expression. He gave you an apologetic smile, and when he was about to reassure you that it was nothing his intuition screamed at him.
With wide eyes he shoved you to the ground, and you didn’t have any time to react at all before you heard the gunshots.
Tsuna flipped the table in order to give you two some kind of cover from the gunshots that came from below, pulling you closer and reassuring you that you two would be safe. You were trembling slightly, and he took that as fear. As far as he knew, you hadn’t been in a combat zone before. He kept reassuring you that you two would be okay. That everything would be okay.
The shooting stopped for a bit, a brief window of time that he planned to use to move. He knew reinforcements would come, but you two couldn’t just stay there and wait. The table was resistant but he wouldn’t rely just on it.
Keeping his head low and telling you to do the same, Tsuna dashed quickly to the door leading to the stairs. He was aiming for the emergency exit near it.
You two couldn’t reach too far, though, before the door to the stairs was kicked open and more men with guns appeared.
He flipped another table and held you close, waiting for an opportunity to run again.
He felt you trembling more than before, and noticed that you were being too silent since the start. He would’ve expected you to panic and scream under that situation, but instead you were curled on yourself and silently trembling.
At this point he didn’t know much what to do, other than keep reassuring you that you two would be okay, promising that you would be okay. Saying that he wouldn’t make such a promise if he wasn’t sure he would be able to fulfill it.
You didn’t give any answer, but he knew that you had understood him.
The next pause came, and he grabbed your arm and dashed to the next row of tables. The men were almost done reloading their guns, but he couldn’t let that happen since you two were so close to them now.
Tsuna flipped another table, left you behind it and dashed straight to the attackers. He used his flames to strengthen every attack he unleashed on them. He kicked and punched, and they tried to counterattack but it was hard to fire an assault rifle that close.
In the end, he managed to defeat the men who were there, but he could hear the others down the stairs. He ran back to you, finding you slumped against the table and still trembling. It hurt his heart beyond description to see you like that. To think that he had left you in such a situation.
Once you two were out of there he would ask how enemies managed to get inside a restaurant that belonged to his family, but right now, he had to think about escaping.
He asked you if you could walk and you nodded. He explained that you two would escape using the emergency exit, told you to head there while he grabbed a chair and used it to block the door to the stairs.
Hopefully they wouldn’t find resistance on the emergency exit, and the Vongola reinforcements wouldn’t take long to arrive.
Once that was done, he turned back to the exit door and saw you leaning your shoulder on it, head bowed and hands crossed over your stomach.
Something was not right. Something was completely not right, and it took him too long to figure out.
He saw the blood seeping through your fingers, the blood that you were doing your best to contain, and started asking himself when did you get shot.
“I wasn’t… Hit…” You explained, your voice wavering from both pain and the exhaustion that came with the blood loss. “When I fell on the ground… The wine glass came too…”
You removed one of your hands and he saw the faint glint of the glass between the dark crimson blood.
It was him who hurt you.
“It’s okay,” You said with a faint smile. “We will be okay.”
He felt as if a cold hand had just crushed his heart, but swallowed the lump on his throat and nodded at you. He pulled you aside carefully so he could open the door.
He prayed the reinforcements could arrive soon. He just needed a bit of time. Just a bit of time, enough to undo what he had done.
hello! uhm. could i get a scenario about a theoretical AU where yuri didn't like. die. and she gets to hang out with the sinners in the bus. at this point she's like, been here for a pretty long while. she generally sees herself as a friend to most of the other sinners (even if in some cases the friendship might not be fully mutual.) but she's definitely the closest to gregor, sitting next to him in the bus and staying most of the time near him. i'd say if anything she's probably a little emotionally dependent on him... ok so uhm. at some point yuri is talking with gregor and she tells him that she genuinely sees him as family at this point. like. a older brother figure she never had almost. idk if she'd accidentaly call him brother and then explain or if she'd just confess to viewing him like that outright but uhm. yah thatd make me happy i think. <- self indulgent
"Hey bro-- Gregor! Gregor!" She corrects herself twice and bows many times in apologies. Gregor snorts and waves his cigarette in the air.
"What's up? Did something happen?" Gregor asks, "Been a while."
She's LCB now, after getting incorporated into the company. The horrors of that dim L Corp wing, filled with death was far behind both of them. As much as they both struggle with their workload now, anything is much better than that past in which she thought she died.
"I'm just checking in on you," She said, "I have a minute or two to spare, I think."
"Ah, okay." Gregor throws his cig to the ground, steps on it, and after taking a step closer, places his hand on her head, "Did you grow?"
He grins, but she puffs her cheeks.
"This again? Don't you have anything better to say?"
"Just pulling your leg," He snickers, "What? Can't we unwind a little?"
"As you say, old man."
"Hey..."
Then it is her turn to laugh at him, who clicks his tongue.
"Lesson learned," Gregor says, but she knows he will do it again next time, "How's things on your side?"
"It's been..." Yuri begins, but then her mouth closes.
"Confidential. Got it. You good, though?"
She nods.
"That's nice."
"I assume it's been... the same on your side?"
Gregor sighs, rubbing the back of his head.
"It's so-so. I guess we're just really lucky."
"Ah..."
After that, some of the other sinners spot her there. A few question whether she's on a mission or not, and quickly they all catch up with what they've been up to. It's not very often they can see people from past missions, let alone see them alive. Out of all the regrets they've collected as a group, Yuri's death is not one of them. For that, all of the sinners are glad. Some more than others.
miss when my only concern was getting pounded by papa bongy
Hey it’s me again, just dropped by to say I’m finally up to date with the story, cleared Canto 6, Timekilling Time and Murder last weekend (I burned through all the boxes I had stored), and today after a few hours of battling against my own bad luck, I managed to clear RR4 (in 81 turns)
Can’t wait for Canto 7 ! (and I’m even more obsessed with Heathcliff now x) )
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It was an eventful, but productive month. Thank you all for patiently waiting, and I'll go back to fulfilling requests. Have an awesome spooky month!
I really love that they've made rodion be into silly color theory mbti. I think some of the sinners would believe what she says about it too
Yi Sang fully trusts her and not because there's any credit to the color theory and mbti but because one time she guessed something completely correct and he was flabbergasted and couldn't recover from it so he became a believer. Don Quixote believes it and uses her knowledge to often spark conversations on what archetype fit the color fixers the best. Rodion does not indulge in those conversations in front of Vergilius. She got glared at once and she ain't doing it again.
Faust doesn't care. Outis thinks it's a bunch of bs. Sinclair knows a little bit of it because it was popular at school. Gregor is too old for it. Ryoshu's completely disinterested, unless the color type is red. Heathcliff got read by Rodion once and he isn't really a believer, but he's also embarrassed about that and doesn't want it to happen again.
Meursault doesn't care. Dante takes notes about it though, because if it worked with Heathcliff, maybe they could use it with the other sinners! Ishmael thinks it's just a waste of time, but she memorized a few bits of Rodion's rants just so she can tease Heathcliff with it. Hong Lu likes when she uses it to start trouble with the other sinners, but if he wants to, he can shoot her down pretty fast.
Rodion dragged Charon into getting tested for her type once and Charon started avoiding her since then. She often hides behind Vergilius when Rodion approaches her with a notebook, a pencil and a friendly smile.
Overflowing sorrow. C8 truly does got hands. Absolute cinema. Masterpiece. Mili was there.
