Every morning, Tsuna tries to hide under the covers. Like he's a child again, and bad things can be kept away just by a simple sheet or blanket.
It's not even conscious. Not really. He does it while asleep, burrowing, hiding, seeking any sort of sanctuary even if only temporary. It doesn't alleviate the pain in his shattered heart... or the pain in his back from the burn marks that make one huge X across his back like a target.
He is one, after all. He feels it every day when he's dressed in fine clothing, when he acknowledges the enormous mansion he lives in. He sees it when he looks upon his butler.
Tsuna doesn't want to be a target. He doesn't want fine clothing, or a mansion. He doesn't want this butler, either...
But unlike everything else, he needs him.
Safety. That's one thing. And the other is a promise, an oath, made to find the few things that matter in this world anymore to him and to fix something broken. With the thing that calls itself a butler watching over him, then.... they should be guaranteed, these things. Fixing this Family, and finding his family.
This never would have happened if not for the precious blood in his veins, the blood of the first Vongola. If he were just normal, a Sawada like his mother and father, then he'd never have had to see their blood spilled on the floor. Never lose his home. Never wonder where his other siblings had been whisked away to- good as any even if not truly related to him.
It's a lot to do. It's so much to do.
But for now, he stays curled up and hidden beneath his covers.
One way or another, after all, his butler gets him.
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badliifechoiice22016-01-08 10:36 am
Hell of a Butler
It's not even conscious. Not really. He does it while asleep, burrowing, hiding, seeking any sort of sanctuary even if only temporary. It doesn't alleviate the pain in his shattered heart... or the pain in his back from the burn marks that make one huge X across his back like a target.
He is one, after all. He feels it every day when he's dressed in fine clothing, when he acknowledges the enormous mansion he lives in. He sees it when he looks upon his butler.
Tsuna doesn't want to be a target. He doesn't want fine clothing, or a mansion. He doesn't want this butler, either...
But unlike everything else, he needs him.
Safety. That's one thing. And the other is a promise, an oath, made to find the few things that matter in this world anymore to him and to fix something broken. With the thing that calls itself a butler watching over him, then.... they should be guaranteed, these things. Fixing this Family, and finding his family.
This never would have happened if not for the precious blood in his veins, the blood of the first Vongola. If he were just normal, a Sawada like his mother and father, then he'd never have had to see their blood spilled on the floor. Never lose his home. Never wonder where his other siblings had been whisked away to- good as any even if not truly related to him.
It's a lot to do. It's so much to do.
But for now, he stays curled up and hidden beneath his covers.
One way or another, after all, his butler gets him.