Drabble: That Way Madness Lies (Gen; Tsuna)
Title: That Way Madness Lies
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Character: Tsuna
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: blood and gore
Word count: 222
Note: Written for a prompt in khrfest: VII-18. Tsuna - prison; "between what he wants to do and what he must do"
The title is stolen directly from King Lear, property of William Shakespeare.
The flame courses, seizes, madly searing. Tsuna shrinks, reduced to a feathery thread of conscience.
A gloved fist finds its mark beneath shattered ribs. A metallic smell twists in his nostrils; blood spills, warmer than the fire that burns madness into his mind. Vongola Decimo feels nothing.
The body slips, sinks to beaten ground-useless, a dead thing abandoned to nature’s course. The second group approaches, their screened faces free of engraved fear. He stands firm, blood-slicked hands poised to kill.
Bullets rain down on him, but Yamamoto’s spell holds, still the stronger shower. Under the liquid aegis, Don Vongola begins to move, a sun-bright blaze weaving in and out of shadows. (Precision is the mark of mastery. Always aim for the heart. Less time. Less pain. Less waste. Think of the things you must protect.)
In a little over three minutes, a band of thirty sinks to one. The last man standing drops to his knees, shaking, a flawed centrepiece on the field of corpses. Tsuna screams voiceless pleas and weeps tearless anguish. No one listens; his face remains a mask of bloodless apathy. He lunges, armed with purpose, swifter than the wind.
One more beating heart does not matter-it weighs very little in the cradle of his fingers. Tsuna howls; Vongola Decimo smiles. Behind them, the base stands safe.
End
I've always wondered about dual personality whenever Tsuna enters Dying Will mode, but this is certainly taking it a step further orz Anyway, thank you for reading! Comment? :D
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Character: Tsuna
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: blood and gore
Word count: 222
Note: Written for a prompt in khrfest: VII-18. Tsuna - prison; "between what he wants to do and what he must do"
The title is stolen directly from King Lear, property of William Shakespeare.
The flame courses, seizes, madly searing. Tsuna shrinks, reduced to a feathery thread of conscience.
A gloved fist finds its mark beneath shattered ribs. A metallic smell twists in his nostrils; blood spills, warmer than the fire that burns madness into his mind. Vongola Decimo feels nothing.
The body slips, sinks to beaten ground-useless, a dead thing abandoned to nature’s course. The second group approaches, their screened faces free of engraved fear. He stands firm, blood-slicked hands poised to kill.
Bullets rain down on him, but Yamamoto’s spell holds, still the stronger shower. Under the liquid aegis, Don Vongola begins to move, a sun-bright blaze weaving in and out of shadows. (Precision is the mark of mastery. Always aim for the heart. Less time. Less pain. Less waste. Think of the things you must protect.)
In a little over three minutes, a band of thirty sinks to one. The last man standing drops to his knees, shaking, a flawed centrepiece on the field of corpses. Tsuna screams voiceless pleas and weeps tearless anguish. No one listens; his face remains a mask of bloodless apathy. He lunges, armed with purpose, swifter than the wind.
One more beating heart does not matter-it weighs very little in the cradle of his fingers. Tsuna howls; Vongola Decimo smiles. Behind them, the base stands safe.
End
I've always wondered about dual personality whenever Tsuna enters Dying Will mode, but this is certainly taking it a step further orz Anyway, thank you for reading! Comment? :D