badliifechoiice2 | Memory troubles

Tsuna rarely rests easy.

Some in the mafia don't. Blood stains on others deeper than some, tracking them into their dreams like a wounded and haggard wolf. True enough, even with all he tries to do, Tsuna has seen things that stay locked behind his ribcage lurking besides his heart.

It's not just that, however.

He carries more memories and bloody hands than his own with him.

It's likely not a thing Xanxus is intimately familiar with, considering the distance he keeps between himself and the Iron Fortress. A castle full of bitter memories. But tonight, it's not the Iron Fortress Tsuna sleeps at. Tonight has been hours of discussion and planning regarding a troublesome deal in the United States, and it's moved past a reasonable time. Why bother going to a hotel when there's Xanxus' bed there? Lovers are allowed to share such things.

...But Tsuna rarely rests easy, and tonight is no exception as he squirms and murmurs incoherently in his sleep, even with Xanxus nearby.

He wakes up with a jolt in a bed that still feels too large for him.

For a moment, his mind swims, and he fumbles his hands upwards until he can feel the ring hanging from his neck in a chain. Oh good he thinks blearily. The ring is still there. Such a precious gift from the Giglio Nero's matriarch, and he thinks it might be the most expensive thing in the world he's ever touched. Every day he thinks he'll accidentally lose it, no matter how much his friends say otherwise. They think him so reliable, even though he was once just nothing more than any other man on the street. With a little unsteadiness, Tsuna draws himself out of his bed with memories still not his own swirling through his head.

So much responsibility on his shoulders, no wonder he's not sleeping well. G's presence will help, he thinks. G always makes the world seem so clear despite the flames inside of him. But doesn't the sky seem so much clearer after a storm?

Unsteady but determined, he begins to make his way to the room that once upon a time belonged to the first of the Vongola's Storm Guardians.

"If you could sleep nearby?" is the request he always makes of her whenever Chrome is about the fortress, a smile on his lips as his brow furrows almost in apology.

Being a burden to his friends, letting them down in some way, Tsuna hates such a thing. Anyone who knows him knows that. It's the side effect of having grown up alone, no Family to curl in and protect him and love him until he was approaching fourteen.

Yet Chrome is the best choice. There's no other way to say it.

On nights like this, where he's thrashing in his bed with a grimace on his face, memories of past sin practically drowning him, sure to force him awake just like so many other nights...

She's the best choice for helping him fix it all.

Xanxus

Gokudera

Chrome