[ooc] oo1; APPLICATION
IC INFORMATION
Name: Sawada Tsunayoshi
Series: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Universe: AU
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Species: Human as human does
Powers & Abilities: N/A...?
Point of canon to be drawn from: TYL
Personality:
Sawada Tsunayoshi is just a normal guy, really. Just a nice, kind man who wishes he’s a boy again. But that’s normal too, isn’t it? To wish for a return to his youth, to his younger days.
Except he’s not, not really.
Tsuna is a nice, kind man - that part isn’t a lie. But he is a nice man in circumstances where ‘vicious’ in an understatement, and haven’t you heard of how the environment has always shapes our personalities? He’s a nice man, but he’s also a nice man who is willing to do anything to get what he wants. And he wants one very simple thing: for his friends to be safe.
See, see, Tsuna hasn’t got much in his life. His friends mean the world to him. He didn’t use to have any - being a loser will do that to you - so the friends he has now are unbearably important to him. It makes him feel as if he’s worth something if he can protect them, especially in this world he lives in- but wait, wait, that’s not really it, is it? Tsuna doesn’t think like that.
He protects his friends because he sincerely wants to. Tsuna has always been sincere in everything he does. He doesn’t do things because it’ll bring him benefit or anything like that, but because he honestly, truly wants to do it and that’s all the reason he needs, isn’t it? And the biggest job he gives himself is simply to protect his friends; protect the people important to him so they won’t die and so he won’t have to watch them die. He doesn’t want to be a loser and a failure again - he doesn’t think that, true, but it’s still there, nonetheless. Hanging on the fringes of his subconscious, constantly reminding him that he can’t fail, he can’t fail, he can’t, he can’t.
He’s not No Good Tsuna anymore, after all.
But he still has some traits from those days. Things that form the very basis of his personality. He’s sincere - but you know that already, right? - and he’s kind. He’s so terribly kind and compassionate that it will probably be the death of him one day. He’s the kind of guy who, after he beats you up, offers you medical attention and help to bind your wounds. Because he doesn’t beat you up because he wants to, but because you were threatening his friends, and he won’t let anything bad happen to his friends. You’re probably one big jerk and bastard as well, if he has to beat you up like that.
Yet Tsuna offers you medical aid anyway, because he feels guilty about beating you up so bad; because he’s too kind and too compassionate for the world he lives in; because he still believes in the goodness of people and that everyone still deserves a second chance, no matter how bad they are. Perhaps that’s naive - his teacher certainly tells him that often enough - but that’s simply the sort of person he is.
He doesn’t want to hurt anyone, if he can help it.
Despite that naivete; despite that compassion - Tsuna is one hell of a damn good leader. Or is it because of those things? Nevertheless- he’s a good man, a good leader, because he genuinely cares for everyone under his command and he wants to do the best for them. He’ll go the extra mile just to make sure that they’re safe, they’re happy, and he won’t think twice about it even for a second. He’s the type of leader who prioritizes his people above all else, and that’s a good thing, isn’t it? He makes decisions based on what will make those he cares for - his subordinates, his friends - happiest and safest, away from all the threats of the world he lives in.
Sometimes he makes bad decisions. Sometimes he is too naive, too trusting, and believes in the good of people too much, and people betray him. Oops, oh shit. He shouldn’t have done that- he shouldn’t have trusted them- he shouldn’t, he shouldn’t-
But wait. This isn’t what Tsuna would think either, is it?
Tsuna isn’t the type to regret about his past mistakes. He doesn’t regret the people he trusts - if he believes in the good of people, he believes with the whole of his heart; remember his sincerity? Besides, what’s the use of regret? What’s the use of getting stuck in the past, after all? Tsuna’s not the type.
No- if he makes a mistake he simply goes to rectify it, choosing the solution that further trouble and put in danger the least people.
Because that’s just the type of a man he is.
Appearance:
First thing you’ll notice about Tsuna is this: he’s a normal guy, an unremarkable guy. Nothing special about him at all, really. He’s a little shorter than most of the people he’s with - but they are European, and he’s Japanese, so that’s really expected isn’t it - and with a head of wild brown hair, but that’s it, really. He has a common face, common brown eyes, a nice smile. Pass him on the streets, and you won’t notice anything special about him at all.
Until - and this is only a maybe - you notice his clothes. Black shirt, white tie, white suit, and a great big black coat that almost dwarfs him. (He prefers to leave behind the black coat, but it’s tradition.) Clothes that mark him to be an important man, widening his shoulders and making him seem more imposing than he really is.
But otherwise- nothing remarkable at all.
History:
He’s just a normal boy, born into a normal family. He has slightly abnormal dreams as a child - he wants to be a robot, really - but doesn’t everyone have their slight idiosyncrasies? Besides, he was just a kid- never mind, we digress.
His childhood was perfectly normal. He lived in Este for almost all of his life: going to school, coming home to his mother’s dinner, crushing on the cute girl in class, and failing classes. He’s particularly adept at this failing thing - he fails at everything. Sports, academics... even cleaning. It’s gotten to the point that his classmates used to call him ‘no-good Tsuna’, because that’s precisely that’s what he is.
(Perhaps he’s special in that way. He doesn’t want to be, though.)
A normal, idyllic life. Sure, his father is rarely home. Sure, his mother is a bit of a ditz sometimes. Sure, sometimes he sees black-suited men following him around. But those are the vague little idiosyncrasies one gets in every life right? They don’t mean anything.
Until one day, he comes back from school to find his house burnt down and his parents dead. No one ever found the cause of the fire, or if his parents were dead before the smoke got to them, or after. It was just- there, and he’s suddenly an orphan, with no one to turn to. (His mother is a foreigner to Crucen, and his father... he has never heard of any family from his father’s side.)
Suddenly his life doesn’t seem very normal anymore.
Then comes one man. Tall, thin, black spiked hair and sharp dark eyes. Dressed sharply in a suit, with a charming smile and a handsome face. He’s a friend of Tsuna’s father, he says, and he can help. He can take care of Tsuna - his house, his education. Everything. In one second, his life is turned upside down again, and every problem is solved by a Santa Claus.
So, at the age of thirteen going onto fourteen, Tsuna packs up his bags, leaves Este, and goes to live with a stranger who calls himself ‘Reborn’ in an apartment building in Oeste.
That’s when Tsuna finds out his life has never really been normal after all. Those little idiosyncrasies mean a lot; mean much more than the rest of his life combined. His father is a Mafioso; those black-suited men whom he sometimes see loitering around his house, around him are all Mafioso men who has business with his father. And really, Tsuna has to learn to protect himself, because who is to say that just because they haven’t killed him now, they won’t kill him in the future?
(Tsuna was scared and horrified and terrified by all this, but there’s no use in being so. He was scared and terrified before, when his parents died, but crying doesn’t bring them back. Nothing brings them back. He can only move on.
Move on, and adapt.
It should be easy, right? After all, he has always been abnormal. It’s just that he has to try now.)
Reborn taught Tsuna to use a gun; to fight hand to hand; how to kill. How to be a true Mafioso, like his father had been. Tsuna is a good student - he has to be, because Reborn is the best, and most Spartan, teacher in the world.
In between these lessons, he went to school in Oeste and meets his classmates. He made friends, for the first time in his life, because he wasn’t ‘no-good Tsuna’ anymore. He wasn’t allowed to be - Reborn grilled him on everything, including lessons. It was as if he was preparing him for something. Tsuna never asked, because asking will just get him more work to be. Besides...
He trusted Reborn.
Then his eighteenth birthday came.
See, see, Tsuna had been regularly meeting up with this man. He’s a nice old man, with spiky white hair and a nice moustache and a kind smile. Tsuna liked him, and he knew who that man was - the Ninth Don of the Vongola.
But he never knew that the nice old man had picked him to be heir over his own adopted son.
And here was when everything he learnt from Reborn was actually useful. He held a gun to aim at people and not at paper targets for the first time in his life. He actually had to fight someone to death to save his friends. Of course, he didn’t kill him, because Tsuna had always been too soft too kind too good, you see. Too much of a nice guy.
Perhaps that made him a bad candidate for a mafia boss. He certainly would agree, really. He never wanted to be anything but just ordinary. He just wanted to have a normal life with his friends, and a nice job, and perhaps even - if he allowed himself to dream a little - that pretty girl he had a gigantic crush on. That’s all he wanted.
Too bad that was not what he got.
What he did get, though, was the life of a mafia don. He received the loyalty of thousands of the famiglia, and the love and friendship of good friends. He even got the pretty girl he had a crush on. Not a bad life, right? Not very bad at all. It wasn’t what he wanted, but...
Hey, who gets what they want anyway? There’s no use dwelling over it. Get it over with, and move on. He still had a life to live. He still had a Family to lead.
And he will do it all still smiling.
SAMPLES
Third Person:
It had been a long day at work.
Tsuna finally put down his pen and stretched out the fingers of his hands, clenching and unclenching it to release the tensions gathered from holding it in one position for so long. He let out a long sigh and stretched out on his huge leather chair, tilting his head upwards and staring at the ceiling.
The alliance with the Domicilio is confirmed, as is the one with the Mecacci. There was something going on with the two - perhaps it was an age-old feud, a conflict, or even an unofficial alliance. Neither party was willing to speak of it easily, even when Tsuna himself prodded them about it. They were so terribly close-mouthed that it was incredibly suspicious. Tsuna made a mental note to have one of his men - or even one of the women, because they were terribly good at this and no one suspected them of it - track down the information. He wasn’t afraid that they would rise up against the Vongola - they wasn’t stupid enough to invite annihilation - but it always paid to be careful.
It was one of the things he had learnt about the world: to plan and take careful steps at every junction, in case that pavement was a false one and will drop you into a pool of sharks.
Tsuna smiled at himself at the imagery. He turned his head and rested his eyes on the row of photographs on the desk. Involuntarily, his smile widened further. He couldn’t resist it, and he didn’t want to (he didn’t have to). Perhaps it was sentimental to have a bunch of photographs of your friends- of your men on your table, but Tsuna wasn’t afraid to admit that he was sentimental either.
He tapped a finger against the corner of a frame, lifting it up. It was a picture of him and his four most important men, all standing around his seat as if he was a king. Two of them were missing, but he knew better than to expect them to show up for something as trivial as a phototaking session. For those two, just his memory was enough.
They were difficult men to forget, Tsuna thought, smiling wryly.
His eyes darted to the clock, widening when he realized that it was nearly nine o’clock - he had been in this office for almost twelve hours. Biting down on a lip, he mentally scolded himself for procrastinating (that voice sounded terribly like his old tutor, and the thought nearly made him lose his concentration all over again as he fought to not to cringe and shrink away.
He placed the photograph back on the desk and counted the documents he still had to read through and sign - seven more to go until he finished. Tsuna picked up the pen again. His head turned to look at the photograph once more. A moment passed as he thought wryly about Reborn’s punishments-
And he ducked his head to continue the tedious task of going through documents once more.