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3 Katekyo Hitman Reborn! drabbles from the drabble meme.
Sawada Tsunayoshi is not a vengeful man, but there is one time in his life, (just once, really.) when his hands itch to hold a gun, and he wishes death on another human being.
Her blood is on his hands, and Mukuro, treacherous, secretive Mukuro is laughing in the background. He will deal with the traitorous guardian later, and it will not be pretty.
Xanxus's eyes are on him, and where that heated gaze would have once sent lust and adrenaline spiking through his veins, he feels only the chill ice of disappointment, and a vague sense of loss for what could have been.
The gun is still smoking in his lover's hand.
He brushes her dead, staring eyes closed, and presses his lips to hers, whispering a quiet good-bye before rising. He is wrapped in shock, and inwardly he knows he will be paying for it later, but he is Vongola, and he cannot show weakness.
It doesn't matter that his wife is dead, or that he'd been betrayed by his guardian.
He pulls his resolve close around him like a mantle, and sweeps out of the hall, pausing briefly beside the man that once upon a time, would have taken his place.
His voice is calm.
"Take your time."
When the war picked up and the kid changed, Xanxus had thought it was a good thing. All that pussy talk of peace and friendship went straight out the window once the bullets started flying and Vongola allies began dropping like flies.
Strung up in an oldware house though, shoulders screaming at him from bearing the weight of his body for hours, he reflects that perhaps there hadn't been much of a change after all. The calm, faintly regretful look in the kid's eyes wasn't much different from the one he'd seen back during the ring battles, right before he'd been sealed up in a block of ice again.
"Are you prepared to listen to reason yet, Xanxus, or should I leave you there for a few more hours?"
Christ, the ice burned.
"Fuck you, trash. Fuck you."
He'd been dreaming, soft, formless images and flashes of schoolboy smiles before the comforting cocoon of memories was torn away; malicious eyes and nightmare teeth replacing the dreams.
There's laughter all around him, and he breaks into a run, stumbling through the dark that presses in, catches him and wraps him up in suffocating folds until he thinks, this is it, this is how I'm going to die, and then even that falls away.
Mukuro smiles.
"Oh no, Sawada Tsunayoshi. You won't escape me that easily."
Be warned that the first two have backstory in my head that will never ever get written because I am a horrible slacker.
Sawada Tsunayoshi is not a vengeful man, but there is one time in his life, (just once, really.) when his hands itch to hold a gun, and he wishes death on another human being.
Her blood is on his hands, and Mukuro, treacherous, secretive Mukuro is laughing in the background. He will deal with the traitorous guardian later, and it will not be pretty.
Xanxus's eyes are on him, and where that heated gaze would have once sent lust and adrenaline spiking through his veins, he feels only the chill ice of disappointment, and a vague sense of loss for what could have been.
The gun is still smoking in his lover's hand.
He brushes her dead, staring eyes closed, and presses his lips to hers, whispering a quiet good-bye before rising. He is wrapped in shock, and inwardly he knows he will be paying for it later, but he is Vongola, and he cannot show weakness.
It doesn't matter that his wife is dead, or that he'd been betrayed by his guardian.
He pulls his resolve close around him like a mantle, and sweeps out of the hall, pausing briefly beside the man that once upon a time, would have taken his place.
His voice is calm.
"Take your time."
When the war picked up and the kid changed, Xanxus had thought it was a good thing. All that pussy talk of peace and friendship went straight out the window once the bullets started flying and Vongola allies began dropping like flies.
Strung up in an oldware house though, shoulders screaming at him from bearing the weight of his body for hours, he reflects that perhaps there hadn't been much of a change after all. The calm, faintly regretful look in the kid's eyes wasn't much different from the one he'd seen back during the ring battles, right before he'd been sealed up in a block of ice again.
"Are you prepared to listen to reason yet, Xanxus, or should I leave you there for a few more hours?"
Christ, the ice burned.
"Fuck you, trash. Fuck you."
He'd been dreaming, soft, formless images and flashes of schoolboy smiles before the comforting cocoon of memories was torn away; malicious eyes and nightmare teeth replacing the dreams.
There's laughter all around him, and he breaks into a run, stumbling through the dark that presses in, catches him and wraps him up in suffocating folds until he thinks, this is it, this is how I'm going to die, and then even that falls away.
Mukuro smiles.
"Oh no, Sawada Tsunayoshi. You won't escape me that easily."
Be warned that the first two have backstory in my head that will never ever get written because I am a horrible slacker.