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6 Famiglie~ [Accidentally Dictated]

[Giotto had woken up and he had known something was wrong immediately when he had looked at his hands and had seen the words on his knuckles and the familiar number on the palm of his hand. He had discovered his eye and the crest on his head a few minutes later, along with the blood flecks that bled through his clothes. Giotto had tried to scrub it all off, but it had stubbornly stayed imprinted on his skin. All he could think of was the castle had done this, and checking the journal, he found out that he wasn't the only one.

Currently he was trying to get dressed, and his clothes seemed to never fix, no matter what he did to them. His shirt stubbornly stayed wrinkled, his hair a mess, and red pinpricks of blood kept seeping through his shirt. His mismatched eyes stared back at him, and his hands shook as he tried to fix his tie (the eye seemed familiar, but he couldn't seem to place it). How had it even known exactly what his regrets and shames were? He didn't advertise it, he wouldn't admit to half of these things. It unnerved him, that a castle had this much power, to send him trembling and full of guilt and shame.

He couldn't even stand to look at himself right now. Angrily and feeling helpless, he kicked the mirror hard, cracking it.]

Damn it.

[He cut across to his desk, leaving the mirror, and quickly dictated a filter.]

I'm sorry, bambino, but I don't think we're going to have lessons today. [Tsuna couldn't, and shouldn't have to, see him like this.]

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[He heard that distinctive sound of the cracking. He wasn't sure what to make of it, other than the fact that the mafia boss had to be upset to lose his temper like that.]

Giotto?

I'm just a bit under the weather, is all. Don't worry about me, Tsuna. [Which isn't a lie, not really. He doesn't realize the journal caught him breaking his mirror.]

But, I heard cracking...

Is it because of what's going on? All these stains?

[He had hoped Tsuna hadn't heard that.]

...Yes. [Damn it, grandson, why can't he lie to you?]

...

[He wanted to do something. He wasn't sure what, given that these marks stubbornly refused to be cleaned away or otherwise removed, but Giotto seemed troubled. He didn't want to leave him to suffer with whatever the castle had given him alone... After all, who knew how long they lasted?]

I'm going to come. [Where had he gotten the courage to be so straightforward to Giotto? But Giotto had quickly become someone close to his heart, there was no denying that.]

I'm sorry. [Because he knows you won't want him to, but he's definitely worried.]

[A sigh, because he really doesn't want Tsuna to see him.] ...I am fine, you know.

[There's no answer.

Some several minutes later, Giotto will be able to feel Tsuna's flame approaching the castle, and then heading up to his room.

And then he pauses uncertainly at the door. Was it fair, to force Giotto into showing Tsuna those kinds of vulnerabilities?]

...Giotto...

[He senses Tsuna out there, and sighs. He came anyway. Giotto wasn't sure what he was expecting, since Tsuna was so worried about him. He walked over and opened the door, aware that he probably looked a fright with his mussed, blood spotted clothes, mismatched eyes and what was inked on his hands.]

Hello, Tsuna.

[He starts a little when the door opens and he looks up and--

Holy crap.

Tsuna wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, but Giotto was...

He couldn't even think of a word. He looked awful, and both the horror and worry is apparent in Tsuna's eyes. But he blinks and tries not to get too distracted, although he finds himself stuttering a bit.]

Y-your clothes. Y-you're not hurt, are you?

[Tsuna's not without a mark of his own-- hiding just behind his bangs is a sharpied "No-Good", not entirely visible behind the bangs, but there's obviously something there.]

[Quietly:] No, I'm not hurt, Tsuna. [He slides to the side.]

Would you like to come in?

[He nods, slightly jerkily, and quickly comes into the room.

And as soon as Giotto has that door closed?

He wraps his arms around Giotto from behind him, hugging him tightly, soundlessly burying his face into his back. For Giotto to be holding onto so much that something like this just devastated him, that the castle would do this and make him face it all again...

His heart is beating so fast.]

[Giotto is startled by the hug from behind, feeling his heart beating fast, and smiles sadly.] I'm all right, Tsuna.

[The smashed mirror says otherwise but he doesn't want to scare Tsuna or to really talk about it.]

[Tsuna rests his forehead against him, biting his lower lip.]

... I'm not.

[He would turn around and check his forehead, because he did notice that, but Tsuna has an almost death grip on him. He chuckles slightly, trying to joke.]

Tsuna, I can't hug you properly if you don't let go and let me turn around.

[He starts a little at that, because he hadn't even realized how tightly he'd been hugging Giotto. His embrace slackens considerably.]

Sorry.

[Giotto turns at that, and squats down to hug Tsuna just as tightly.]

[Tsuna relaxes a bit at that, reaffirming his grip and nuzzling his face into Giotto's shoulder.]

[Giotto pulls back and then brushes Tsuna's bangs away.] "No-good"?

[If it were anyone else, he'd probably give an annoyed sigh and just try to wave it off.

But seeing Giotto like that has shaken him, and his stomach drops a little when he feels him brush his bangs away, and he wilts when he speaks the words.]

...yeah.

You are not "No-Good", bambino. And even if you were, you are still my grandson. [He ruffles his hair.]

[He gives a little smile at that, but it's weak and falls apart quickly as he looks back down at the ground.]

But I am no good. I've always been no good. I might have gotten a lot stronger before I came to Paradisa, but... I can't help anyone here.

[He curls his hands into fists, closing his eyes tightly, and his voice is a little weak.] I can't do anything when the people who mean so much to mean are in pain, or suffering because of what the castle does. I... I don't even really know how to take their minds off of it or anything.

I just try to be there and hope that it's somehow enough... but I know it's not.

Not being able to help people with their issues does not make you no good, Tsuna. You can't do everything, and you're not a miracle worker. People's issues do not get better overnight. Sometimes they don't get better at all.

But being there for them, supporting them, even if it's silent, it still helps.

[He suddenly pulls away.]

It's not that I can't do everything! It's that I can't do anything!

[He's suddenly finding himself shaking a little, and his eyes sting.]

[He watches him, face curiously blank, mismatched eyes staring at him.] ...That's a lie. You're here, aren't you?

[He looks pained, and his gaze drops to the ground.

Bitterly:] So what?

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