Ⅹ. ғedeltà εterna

Independent TYL Hayato Gokudera from KHR. Multi-Ship, Multi-Verse. M!A:None Hover over icon for updates, and clock in time zone.

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“Apart from the fact that I’m dead, I’m fine.”

"—You’ve been dead for 400 hundred years. Did you just notice or something?" He failed to stop the scowl forming, but did manage to keep his tone at least somewhat respectful.

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"Don’t be silly," he chided gently, "Of course I’ll still be there to remind you of that fact!" Unless the rings were somehow destroyed, at which point it wouldn’t matter anyway. "After a while the days start sticking together unless you do something that’ll distinguish them from another." Eternal boredom really was a thing that existed. Unfortunately for the tenth generation storm guardian, Giotto seemed to have latched onto him to make his afterlife a little less trifling.

"But think about it this way- even after death, you’ll still be together with Tsunayoshi and the rest, won’t you say?"

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"...Great." The storm guardian responded, this time unable to keep the bite of sarcasm from escaping.  His mind tried to figure out why the blonde boss had suddenly decided to bother him with something trivial such as death.  Perhaps it was a test? Maybe something like G. had done..a test to prove patience? Acceptence?  He didn't know, but the way the other was questioning him made it seem like an oral test.  

"--Of course I will!"  He responded, offering up a full blown glare toward the boss.  "I'll protect the tenth even after death."  Lips pursed into  a thin line, he separated it to allow a heavy sigh to escape before he spoke again.  "With all due respect, Primo.  Why are you even asking questions like this?"

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A certain maman approached the other and lightly began to smooth his clothes out.

"…I can do it myself."  Came his muttered response, but he did nothing to stop the shorter woman from continuing her actions.  

[tenderpianist]

"I know, il mia bambino. A mother can never resist the urge to dote and care over her little one, even if that little one is no longer a child."

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"--I wouldn't know, I guess it's a parent thing...."  Hayato mumbled back, scolding himself mentally.  It wasn't like him to speak in hushed tones, but whenever they spoke he couldn't help it.  

"...It's not bothering you, is it?"  He paused, hesitating slightly before giving her a questioning look.  "I mean...taking care of me now?"  The guardian wasn't sure where he was going with this, probably because it had slipped out unintentionally.

"--Nevermind.  Did you have anywhere to go later?"

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A certain maman approached the other and lightly began to smooth his clothes out.

"…I can do it myself."  Came his muttered response, but he did nothing to stop the shorter woman from continuing her actions.  

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“Apart from the fact that I’m dead, I’m fine.”

"—You’ve been dead for 400 hundred years. Did you just notice or something?" He failed to stop the scowl forming, but did manage to keep his tone at least somewhat respectful.

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Giotto only smiles blithely, pleased at the reaction he elicited from the brusque storm guardian. “I’m well aware of the fact. Very, very, aware.” In fact, many times it was only the fact he was already dead had saved him from getting killed. “You do realize that one day, you’ll end up just like me?" In spirit at least, probably not in practice. Of course, there were no guarantees for the effects of boredom.

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As the blonde smiled in response, the bomber would let an exasperated sigh in response.  He didn't know why the other had chosen to make that obvious comment, but he didn't bother questioning why.  A brow was raised as the blonde spoke again.  The guardian scoffed in response before he spoke, as he offered a half-hearted glare toward the deceased boss.  

"--I'm aware I'm going to die, don't worry about that."  He responded back.  

"Hopefully by then you won't be there to remind me of that obvious fact."

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“Apart from the fact that I’m dead, I’m fine.”

"—You’ve been dead for 400 hundred years. Did you just notice or something?" He failed to stop the scowl forming, but did manage to keep his tone at least somewhat respectful.

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Sospeso Mortali ☠ uselessdametsuna

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Italy…The mansion…

He found it all a little difficult to process. After all, not a few short minutes ago, he’d been safe and sound in his home…in Namimori, Japan. Despite his various lessons with Reborn in the past year or so, Italy still seemed so far way. It’s an entire lifetime away. The hitman had filled his head with a lot of excess knowledge about the place, ‘preparation’ for a time Tsuna swore would never come — Though, he still didn’t know why he was bothering to resist. That time had already come, if one thought about it long enough.

A single glance was all that was needed to conclude that reparations might take some time. This place….While Tsuna might not be the brightest, even he was able to immediately (and accurately) conclude that the building had been damaged prior to his previous foray into the future. Although he as he was now did not have any connection to this room, this mansion — It was easy to see that he’d taken considerable care of it once it had come into his ownership. 

"D-Did I…?" Quietly, he observed that it was perhaps the most reasonable course of action…As far as he was concerned, anyway. There were other places that were surely more important than the office, like the entrances and sleeping areas. “How…much of the mansion was damaged…?” 

On second thought, maybe I don’t want to know…Just because he had no attachment to the place didn’t mean that it wouldn’t be painful to learn the whole truth. Tsuna figured it would be best that he didn’t have too much knowledge of the future, especially one that he had already been to before — Don’t movies and mangas talk about the consequences of messing with time a lot…? It would be bad if he completely messed things up both here, in his past, and in alternate versions of both worlds. As he’d already learned, that was entirely possible, and the repercussions may be severe.

Before he could retract his statement, the brunet became aware of a most alarming fact: his time should have been up by now.

Glancing at his now much older friend to see if he had also come to that same realization, he added tentatively, “G-Gokudera-kun…? I’m…still here.”

Obvious,but no less confounding.

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The guardian would simply watch as the other looked around, most likely taking in the condition off it.  The storm guardian had been lucky that the younger boss had decided now to transport to the future, or rather get thrown in forcefully through the time stream or dimensions--whatever was more accurate at this point.  

Truthfully, when he had found out about this timeline's Tsunayoshi Sawada's plan to defeat Byakuran, it was already too late.  He had learned about the different worlds only after the situation had ended, mainly through the red-head Shoichi Irie, the man who he wanted dead literally a few months ago.

But all of it was okay, right?  His boss was alive, and Millefiore's boss was dead.  

Releasing a sigh, he pushed the thoughts back once again  Now wasn't the time for him to question his boss' motives, since he doubted the younger would know the answers he wanted today.  He had prepared himself to question the boss today, but maybe the answers would be delayed once again, or maybe he would never know.  

Either way, it had been delayed again.  

The guardian's lips pressed together in a thin line at the brunette's next question.  He already mentioned before the mansion was being repaired, yet had not specified the total amount of damage that the Millefiore had done when they had the upper hand.  He let out a small sigh of relief, especially since the other hadn't been walking around the base before.  Despite a lot of work being done as quickly as possible, there were still evidence of bloody battles along the halls, rooms, and even the outside of the mansion.  Again, more luck on his side, since he could prevent the younger from seeing anything close to the destruction they were trying to repair.

It was more surprising the police hadn't come, but then again it was due to Vongola's network connections.  Blinking, his gaze glanced at the clock, noting it was most likely only a few seconds before pink smoke would appear, and bring back the older tenth.  "Well...the mansion in general is going to take awhile more to fix...."  He trailed off, offering a shrug in the brunette's direction.  

As the last words slipped out, he had expected the ten year bazooka's effect to reverse, and bring back the older boss.  His eyes widened slightly in response before offering a thoughtful look.  If Tsuna saw him panic, he might cause the teenager to panic even more.  

"--Are you sure it's been five minutes?"  He responded back, the corner of his lips pulling into a frown. A stupid question.  It was already obvious.  

"Did that stupid cow mess with his bazooka again?" 

Or had that bastard Irie do something else under Tsuna's order?

And he had been left out of the loop once again?

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Verfluchten replied to your post:verfluchten replied to your post:“Keep your mouth...

THAT’S NOT AN EXCUSE, YOU DOUCHEBAG. SLEEP THEN. GET OUT OF TUMBLR

DISTRESS PENGUIN NOISES

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verfluchten replied to your post:“Keep your mouth shut and let’s try not to get us both killed.”

IT’S EVELYN, MIRA IS MY NAME, JFC. HITS YOU

I AM SICK IDK WHAT IM DOING ANYMORE TBH.

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“Keep your mouth shut and let’s try not to get us both killed.”

As the woman spoke, the bomber’s expression pulled into a scowl, shooting her a sharp, green glare in response.  ”—Thanks for the advice.”  He retorted sarcastically, keeping his voice low and quiet.  With an agitated sigh, he turned his attention back to the other hitman.  All were not very skilled, but they were still outnumbered significantly.  

"Let’s just focus on getting out first—we can fight about something else later.”  He breathed out, another annoyed sigh escaping.

[inboxstuff]

ABC's Castle Quote Sentence Meme

“Apart from the fact that I’m dying, I’m fine.”

“Can I say something that will probably annoy you?”

“Everything I’ve ever done, every choice I’ve ever made, every terrible and wonderful thing that’s ever happened to me, it’s all led me to right here, this moment with you.”

“Everything you’ve accomplished is because of me.”

“Have you ever looked back on something you’ve done and it’s like someone else is doing it?”

“I can’t help it if you got off by putting things in my mouth.”

“I don’t know what to do about my life.”

“I just feel like I’ve waited long enough. I don’t want to waste any more time before we take the next step.”

“I love when you get angry, I mean at other people, not at me.”

“I need time to stop being mad and you need time to figure out a way to be okay with this.”

“I need you to know that our partnership, our relationship is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me.”

“I think I’m man enough to admit I’m completely theory-less.”

“I’d rather be dead than end up in your bed.”

“I’m so happy for you, despite of who you’re marrying.”

“I’m suddenly getting a clear and frightening visual of what my future will look like.”

“I’ve been kind of looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you so don’t do anything stupid.”

“If I have to hear that confession one more time, I’m going to shoot somebody.”

“In life, there is no such thing as a perfect time for anything.”

“Keep your mouth shut and let’s try not to get us both killed.”

“Lipstick marks on my shirt? Where?”

“Now just take your turn and feel the bitter sting of defeat.”

“The last thing I need is to watch someone from my past try to seduce my fiance while talking about the goddess that lives in her hooha.”

“Trusts kills faster than bullets.”

“What’s a great love story without obstacles to overcome? Every fairy tale has them.”

“You want everything to be black or white. I get it. But in this town it rarely is.”

“You’re trying to drive me crazy, aren’t you?”

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TYL Gokudera is extremely attractive °٢°;

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I’ve actually seen this coming for awhile, but tried to hold off of it for as long as I could.  

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Darkening Sky

                    No matter how dark and stormy it gets.

It's said the sun will rise again.

The sun was thankfully covered by the clouds, as the silver-haired male made it's way to the camp gates.  Olive hues scanned the area once again, offering a grimace to no one in particular.  The realm of the mortals was never one he was fond of.  Sure, the mist obscured their vision of his true form, but it was a bother to come up from his domain of the sea.  

He could not bring himself to cross the gates yet, as it would signal questioning.  The sad part was he was not allowed to speak to anyone about his task--for it could bring down the wrath of a certain man's wife upon the mortal world, like she had done hundreds of years ago when mythology were not simply stories of lore told to children.  

However, there were some children who know that these were not just old tales to speak of lightly.  A short sigh escaped, as the man rubbed the back of his neck, muttering something along the lines of "I hate that damned old man."  

Taking a few steps in, he was instantly greeted by the galloping of hoofs.  A centaur greeted him, and he simply listened, putting on his silent act like he was used too.  He simply nodded, and followed the creature in--after all they were not going to turn away a deity if they visited.  Greek creatures were supposed to be able to sense them anyway, after all they were not affected by the mist.  

After brief words with Dionysus, he was soon granted permission to walk around the camp.  His father had mentioned something about that god, one of the 12 major ones were being punished though he kept his mouth shut.  It was clear to say that the man and him did not get along due to past skirmishes in the earlier days.  He could tell by the way the other looked at him, he was already ready to take him out.  

Although the centaur that had ushered him in volunteered to take him around, he declined, not in the mood for questions that would blow his cover of simply visiting.  A sigh escaped, as the sea deity soon walked into the main ground.  The cabins circled the area perfectly, and it was already noon.  

Emerald hues blinked as it began to take in all the campers.  It seems they had just finished lunch, and offered to the gods.  Between the faces of joy, and laughter he caught sight of a brunette.  Tilting his head slightly, he frowned before thinking back to the description.  It was vague, just to make sure Hera wouldn't find out too quickly.  The boy he was looking at matched it, but only time would tell.  

Since soon, Zeus would claim his son.

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Gokudera using his Sistema C.A.I.

Requested by kanpeki-sama :)

[sinonthevirtualsniper]

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"Eeeeh? I thought it’d be something more interesting than that!" She knew what blowjobs were! She just thought it was something ironically named that didn’t actually have to do with peens.

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"What else were you expecting anyway?  Some other sick idea?"  He still didn't realize what Sasagawa was talking about.

[themagicaldolly]

"No idea!"

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"--It's when a person sucks a guy's dick."