[KHRfic] A Reminder (5927)
I'm on a roll... >.> ....
Title: A Reminder
Author: kirishimaayama
Rating: G
Warnings: None? Angst ...
Characters/Pairings: (Implied)TYL5927 (Gokudera, mentions of Tsuna) ..... ..... or 2759??
Word Count: ~500 words
SPOILER Warning: TYL/Future Arc spoilers.
A/N: Uhr. So no, I guess I don't believe in truth in fiction. lol. Let's say this is a feasible circumstance. WhatamIevensaying.... I just worry too much about being 'wrong' about certain details when it doesn't really matter... =_=;; ..... fic is more thought-process-y....
Summary: Er ... "There was nothing he could do now."
A Reminder
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“I wear the bullet with me ... as a reminder of my failure.”
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Gokudera paced a room in the Vongola mansion restlessly in the depths of the night. All had changed; nothing was the same any longer. He could scarcely believe it, but the Jyuudaime was dead, and the very proof of that was even now at this moment in his hand. The bullet which had killed Sawada Tsunayoshi looked unimpressive on his palm, as he rolled it over and it gleamed faintly in the moonlight. He detested the object, and yet at the same time, wanted it, held it as a reminder of his failure.
The failure to keep his promise, both to Tsuna and himself. He would protect his Jyuudaime, even as Tsuna smiled and told him that it was impossible for Gokudera to be everywhere at once, to defeat all his enemies. Even so, Gokudera had done his best, organising the Guardians in the Vongola family on missions, helping to secure some stability for the mafia, and to minimise the risk to the Jyuudaime.
Tsuna knew there was risk. He was old enough and smart enough to know that well and finally accept it. Gokudera acknowledged he should accept Tsuna’s decisions and advice, yet stubbornly thought he would still be able to make that impenetrable defence to protect the Jyuudaime. How conceited when Tsuna was so powerful himself. How could he compare, how could he think he could somehow protect Tsuna better than he could defend himself? But even so, his loyalty had not wavered nor allowed him to do any less.
He owed his life when the Jyuudaime had selflessly put out all the bombs he had accidentally dropped at his own feet, and ever since then had followed him with all his power, trying to support him as both a ‘right hand man’ and a friend. He had pledged his life to his Boss and recognised no other ‘boss’.
The love, loyalty and pain swelled up inside into a hard knot. As much as the bullet brought painful memory, it was something Gokudera would endure. It was a hard lesson he had to learn, and surely it was no less than everything his Jyuudaime had gone through.
Gokudera pulled out a case from an inner pocket on his suit jacket, the stereotypical attire for Mafia. Pulling out some small implements, Gokudera patiently drilled a small hole into the metal of the bullet and affixed a ring. Then he took this ‘pendant’ and slipped it onto a chain, which he fastened around his neck.
The metal lay cold and dead against his skin, almost like a punishment.
Numbess, pain, love, admiration.
There was nothing he could do now. Gokudera felt as though he had lost his way, his light.
The room was steeped in darkness.
He would always remember of his failure as a guardian, and never let anything hurt the people he loved again.
He had no more tears left to cry.
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(What got into me? >.>; )
- Kiri
Title: A Reminder
Author: kirishimaayama
Rating: G
Warnings: None? Angst ...
Characters/Pairings: (Implied)TYL5927 (Gokudera, mentions of Tsuna) ..... ..... or 2759??
Word Count: ~500 words
SPOILER Warning: TYL/Future Arc spoilers.
A/N: Uhr. So no, I guess I don't believe in truth in fiction. lol. Let's say this is a feasible circumstance. WhatamIevensaying.... I just worry too much about being 'wrong' about certain details when it doesn't really matter... =_=;; ..... fic is more thought-process-y....
Summary: Er ... "There was nothing he could do now."
A Reminder
-----
“I wear the bullet with me ... as a reminder of my failure.”
-----
Gokudera paced a room in the Vongola mansion restlessly in the depths of the night. All had changed; nothing was the same any longer. He could scarcely believe it, but the Jyuudaime was dead, and the very proof of that was even now at this moment in his hand. The bullet which had killed Sawada Tsunayoshi looked unimpressive on his palm, as he rolled it over and it gleamed faintly in the moonlight. He detested the object, and yet at the same time, wanted it, held it as a reminder of his failure.
The failure to keep his promise, both to Tsuna and himself. He would protect his Jyuudaime, even as Tsuna smiled and told him that it was impossible for Gokudera to be everywhere at once, to defeat all his enemies. Even so, Gokudera had done his best, organising the Guardians in the Vongola family on missions, helping to secure some stability for the mafia, and to minimise the risk to the Jyuudaime.
Tsuna knew there was risk. He was old enough and smart enough to know that well and finally accept it. Gokudera acknowledged he should accept Tsuna’s decisions and advice, yet stubbornly thought he would still be able to make that impenetrable defence to protect the Jyuudaime. How conceited when Tsuna was so powerful himself. How could he compare, how could he think he could somehow protect Tsuna better than he could defend himself? But even so, his loyalty had not wavered nor allowed him to do any less.
He owed his life when the Jyuudaime had selflessly put out all the bombs he had accidentally dropped at his own feet, and ever since then had followed him with all his power, trying to support him as both a ‘right hand man’ and a friend. He had pledged his life to his Boss and recognised no other ‘boss’.
The love, loyalty and pain swelled up inside into a hard knot. As much as the bullet brought painful memory, it was something Gokudera would endure. It was a hard lesson he had to learn, and surely it was no less than everything his Jyuudaime had gone through.
Gokudera pulled out a case from an inner pocket on his suit jacket, the stereotypical attire for Mafia. Pulling out some small implements, Gokudera patiently drilled a small hole into the metal of the bullet and affixed a ring. Then he took this ‘pendant’ and slipped it onto a chain, which he fastened around his neck.
The metal lay cold and dead against his skin, almost like a punishment.
Numbess, pain, love, admiration.
There was nothing he could do now. Gokudera felt as though he had lost his way, his light.
The room was steeped in darkness.
He would always remember of his failure as a guardian, and never let anything hurt the people he loved again.
He had no more tears left to cry.
-------
(What got into me? >.>; )
- Kiri