I Am My Weapon
Title: I Am My Weapon
Author/Artist: shiningdrop
Rating: PG
Warnings: Some violence.
Prompt: Ryohei/Yamamoto - Fear "your fist and my sword"
Summary: A few months after getting his Vongola Ring, Ryohei stains it with his first kill.
Spilling blood over his bandaged fists was never new for Sasagawa Ryohei. In fact, seeing red stains on your fists was a common occurrence when you're beating your opponent senseless for a chance to win.
Having the blood of a dead man all over your fingers however was a very different story. The boxer's fists felt every single blow, shattering the poor man's bones as blood burst out. He felt the not-so-subtle exchanges that deformed the enemy's face; the impact of his fists honed by years of perfection, beating every single breath out of his unlucky victim until there was no more.
It was only a simple mission with Yamamoto Takeshi. Ambushed by a small group of attackers, the two boys quickly changed stances as they made quick work of their enemies. The Rain Guardian hacked away a few with his trusty sword, unable to pay heed to another attacker about to lunge for his chest. Luckily Ryohei was there to save his back, punching away to teach the poor guy a lesson in fair fights- his last.
He stared at the weapons of choice- even changing to fresh bandages for the third time today wasn't enough to wash away the guilt of his first kill. Then again, he was Vongola's Sun Guardian- the one who protects the family with his own body.
Ryohei thought he was just knocked out cold, like always. Until he noticed his chest wasn't moving at all. For once in his life, he was actually afraid of his own fists, face a bleached white as he scanned his knuckles. He was afraid how natural it felt, just like how he just beat the punching bag in his room a hundred times before. Except this was a living person whose life was taken away by one knockout blow.
"At least with your sword you don't feel it to the extreme..." a strangely silent Ryohei sat next to an exhausted Yamamoto. They were finally home, the mission over as they replayed their first assassination. Both of their hands were stained with blood- one more literal than the other.
"If anything, I feel more like a monster with this sword," Yamamoto let out an uncharacteristically dry laugh. The mission opened their eyes- especially Tsuna himself, to the true nature of the mafia. "To me, I feel more of a killer when I have to use a weapon to draw blood..."
Yamamoto placed a hand over Ryohei's bandaged fist. He could feel the swordsman's fingers shaking but strangely, it had seemed to soothe him slightly.
"More importantly, it wasn't your fault you ended that guy's life. If anything, it was to help extend someone else's."
Two boys had become men in the mafia world since that mission. The thought of killing more people didn't make the pain go away, but at least with each other they learned to deal with it. Ryohei was just doing his role as a Guardian, and will continue to do so as long as he has a family to protect.
He wasn't going to let anything happen to his family anytime soon.
Author/Artist: shiningdrop
Rating: PG
Warnings: Some violence.
Prompt: Ryohei/Yamamoto - Fear "your fist and my sword"
Summary: A few months after getting his Vongola Ring, Ryohei stains it with his first kill.
Spilling blood over his bandaged fists was never new for Sasagawa Ryohei. In fact, seeing red stains on your fists was a common occurrence when you're beating your opponent senseless for a chance to win.
Having the blood of a dead man all over your fingers however was a very different story. The boxer's fists felt every single blow, shattering the poor man's bones as blood burst out. He felt the not-so-subtle exchanges that deformed the enemy's face; the impact of his fists honed by years of perfection, beating every single breath out of his unlucky victim until there was no more.
It was only a simple mission with Yamamoto Takeshi. Ambushed by a small group of attackers, the two boys quickly changed stances as they made quick work of their enemies. The Rain Guardian hacked away a few with his trusty sword, unable to pay heed to another attacker about to lunge for his chest. Luckily Ryohei was there to save his back, punching away to teach the poor guy a lesson in fair fights- his last.
He stared at the weapons of choice- even changing to fresh bandages for the third time today wasn't enough to wash away the guilt of his first kill. Then again, he was Vongola's Sun Guardian- the one who protects the family with his own body.
Ryohei thought he was just knocked out cold, like always. Until he noticed his chest wasn't moving at all. For once in his life, he was actually afraid of his own fists, face a bleached white as he scanned his knuckles. He was afraid how natural it felt, just like how he just beat the punching bag in his room a hundred times before. Except this was a living person whose life was taken away by one knockout blow.
"At least with your sword you don't feel it to the extreme..." a strangely silent Ryohei sat next to an exhausted Yamamoto. They were finally home, the mission over as they replayed their first assassination. Both of their hands were stained with blood- one more literal than the other.
"If anything, I feel more like a monster with this sword," Yamamoto let out an uncharacteristically dry laugh. The mission opened their eyes- especially Tsuna himself, to the true nature of the mafia. "To me, I feel more of a killer when I have to use a weapon to draw blood..."
Yamamoto placed a hand over Ryohei's bandaged fist. He could feel the swordsman's fingers shaking but strangely, it had seemed to soothe him slightly.
"More importantly, it wasn't your fault you ended that guy's life. If anything, it was to help extend someone else's."
Two boys had become men in the mafia world since that mission. The thought of killing more people didn't make the pain go away, but at least with each other they learned to deal with it. Ryohei was just doing his role as a Guardian, and will continue to do so as long as he has a family to protect.
He wasn't going to let anything happen to his family anytime soon.