6 Famiglie~ [Accidentally Dictated]

[is_mafia]

[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.]

Comments

Giotto

[not_mafia]

[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?

Tsuna

[is_mafia]

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.]

Giotto

[not_mafia]

But, I heard cracking...

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

Tsuna

[is_mafia]

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

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

Giotto

[not_mafia]

...

[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.]

Tsuna

[is_mafia]

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

[not_mafia]

[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...

[is_mafia]

[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.

[not_mafia]

[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.]

Giotto

[hometutor]

[He just writes in a filter real quick before answering, because this is Primo after all.]

Primo?

Reborn

[is_mafia]

...[Giotto isn't quite sure why Reborn is filtering to him, unless his journal had been open when he kicked the mirror...

Damn, it had.] Yes?

Giotto

[hometutor]

[Yes, yes it had. Give him a moment to think of a way to say he's concerned and hide it all at once.]

After yesterdays experiment of making sure the Dying Will bullets in my possession work, I've come to remember that you wouldn't know about them. Would you like a demonstration or explanation? [...By just ignoring the entire issue at hand. He has a feeling Giotto doesn't want to talk about it.]

Reborn

[is_mafia]

[That's the correct feeling, because he really doesn't. And he sees what you're doing, Reborn. He doesn't call him on it, though. That would be drawing attention to their problems.]

Ah, Tsuna explained it to me a bit. They put someone in the Dying Will state to do what they last regretted before they were shot.

Giotto

[hometutor]

[He's not up to explaining his either, and he's rather hoping Tsuna never sees his so he doesn't have to wait for the random realization of what they mean later. Really this is better.]

When shot in the head, yes. When shot in other parts of the body they have other effects.

Reborn

[is_mafia]

...Why would you even need that. [That's not a question. Giotto is actually baffled by this.]

Giotto

[hometutor]

Not everyone shot with the Dying Will bullet is a Guardian or Boss, Primo, they don't always have the ability or item or skill needed for something going on.

[...Yeah that's all he has for it.]

[is_mafia]

...I suppose it makes sense. Though they must lose an awful lot of clothes. [It just seems like a lot of trouble for nothing.]

Giotto

[theabjectauthor]

You, too...?

Lemony

[is_mafia]

Me, too. I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to be caught by my journal. [He doesn't want to make a fuss or bring attention to himself.]

Giotto

[theabjectauthor]

It seems to me that the less someone wants to be heard, here, the more they will be, and vice versa, a phrase which here means "the more they want to be heard, the less they will be".

Lemony

[is_mafia]

[He actually laughs at that. It's a quiet laugh, but it's still a laugh.] I would never have guessed.

It does seem impossible to keep anything quiet here.

Giotto

[theabjectauthor]

[sorry, it's an old habit. maybe someday if they get on the subject of mentors, he will tell you about S. Theodora Markson, even]

Yes, there is quite a cacophony about the castle. I do try to listen as carefully as I can, in case something important but out of place gets drowned out, like a kazoo soloist sneaking surreptitiously into the midst of an orchestra.

Lemony

[is_mafia]

[He almost asks what a kazoo is but decides he would be better off not knowing.]

Well, everybody seems to be paying attention now, after the earthquake and now the expedition.

Giotto

[theabjectauthor]

[it sounds something like this, only not at all. that's mostly just what the mun was thinking of about a tag ago]

Thank goodness. ... Will you be going along?

Lemony

[is_mafia]

I will be, as long as my grandson is going. I'm tired of sitting around in the castle doing nothing.