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Vongola XX -- Dictated/Action for Casa de Guts
[Tsuna awakes in his bed with a small start and promptly sits up. He blinks blearily, looking toward the window, lifting an arm to block the light when it hits his eyes.]
Ah... [He blinks then, and looks down at his blanket, recalling what had happened to him for what had seemed to be the past few days. But he was back in his room at the house, and in his pajamas, so...]
What a strange dream. [He then gets out of bed and yawns and stretches, heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He opens the door, and...
There's a pair of white rabbit ears popping innocently out of his hair.]
Heehh!? [There's a thud as Tsuna falls over.] Rabbit ears?
[And then he cautiously raises a hand and tugs on one to make sure Reborn wasn't playing a dirty trick on him or something. He can feel a sensation from the tug, and it doesn't come off.]
N-no way! They're real?! --ah, my feet! [And now he's noticing that they're all dirtied, and a little cut and sore, too. The cogs are turning in his head.]
Wait... then...
[He pales a bit.]
All of that actually happened?!
Ah... [He blinks then, and looks down at his blanket, recalling what had happened to him for what had seemed to be the past few days. But he was back in his room at the house, and in his pajamas, so...]
What a strange dream. [He then gets out of bed and yawns and stretches, heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He opens the door, and...
There's a pair of white rabbit ears popping innocently out of his hair.]
Heehh!? [There's a thud as Tsuna falls over.] Rabbit ears?
[And then he cautiously raises a hand and tugs on one to make sure Reborn wasn't playing a dirty trick on him or something. He can feel a sensation from the tug, and it doesn't come off.]
N-no way! They're real?! --ah, my feet! [And now he's noticing that they're all dirtied, and a little cut and sore, too. The cogs are turning in his head.]
Wait... then...
[He pales a bit.]
All of that actually happened?!
Tsuna
Cielo-san
Ah, well... it's good to be back in our right minds, isn't it? Even if I did end up getting a... "souvenir"...
Cielo-san
Cielo-san
Tsuna
Cielo-san
Tsuna
Cielo-san
Tsuna
Cielo-san
[But he doesn't get as flustered as he usually would. That laugh didn't sound spiteful, it sounded deep, warm. Actually, it was kind of nice, knowing he'd made this guy feel good enough to laugh. It's... rather infectious, and Tsuna can't help but give a soft laugh himself.]
Tsuna
...But, truly, there is nothing wrong with having rabbit ears.
Cielo-san
[At the second statement, he gives a little smile and runs his hand through his hair.] ...no, I guess not. [A pause.] Thanks, Cielo-san. You actually made me feel a lot better.
Tsuna
And I am glad, though I hardly said anything to reassure you.
Cielo-san
Tsuna
...At least, it shouldn't.
Cielo-san
[He smiles.]
You're a really nice guy, Cielo-san. I... find it hard to believe that I would panic about talking to someone like you.
Tsuna
[He knows that better than anyone.]
Cielo-san
... I already have?
[uh oh]
Tsuna
Cielo-san
... he remembers, with Ino. How he'd tried to pull away from her, how she had to drag him into a hug and pet him to stop him from trembling.
Because of...
Giotto.
There's a little noise of his breath hitching then. His mind is racing, but no, no, now it all made terrible, awful sense. How he'd said he was from Italy, how he'd said he might be considered a criminal...
But he has to make sure. And his voice is unreasonably calm and level when he says the name.]
Giotto.
Tsuna
There's no point in trying to hide it now, is there?
Giotto
... had he really, honestly enjoyed talking to him so much?
And then there's a twist in his gut and he winces, feels like this is a terrible betrayal-- but not on Giotto's side, on his. Because Giotto didn't know who he truly was, if he did and he knew what a coward Tsuna was, he'd be disappointed, and would never want to speak to him again.
... funny, that's pretty much the situation that Tsuna's put them in anyway. Not talking to each other. But at least this way, he could pretend Giotto wasn't disappointed in him.
And now he feels caught, because damnit, he was right, he was panicking and he wanted to run, to not have to deal with this.
But at the same time, he felt obligated to stay. Because he said he wouldn't run, that he wouldn't stop talking to him, and he'd honestly, genuinely enjoyed their conversations, and oh god he has so many conflicting feelings right now that they just kind of form themselves into a half choked out word, in some sort of poor compromise of his opposing desires:]
Why?
Tsuna
There was really only one answer.] I just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas. But you just kept talking to me, Tsuna. [The way he says it is fond, though. He doesn't mind talking to Tsuna at all.
But... This isn't actually his decision, is it?] You can shut the journal, if you wish. And I will never talk to you again.
no subject
You can shut the journal, if you wish. And I will never talk to you again.
The sound of his panicked breathing can be heard before he just does that, slamming the journal shut and tossing it across his room. It smacks soundly against the wall and falls to the ground.
He stares at it for a moment, shaking, before he quickly goes to put on his winter clothes, because he needs to get outside even if it is cold, needs the chilly air to clear his mind because he's just had a little too much pressure in the past couple of days, and he won't be able to handle it otherwise.
...he'll get back to Giotto.
Maybe.]
Tsuna
A small, sad smile. What had he truly expected? For a few moments, he had allowed himself to hope that maybe... But it was never to be.
How ironic. He had family here, true blood family, and they wanted nothing to do with him again. He supposed this is what he got for being who he was, for doing what he had done.
He sighed, and wrong across the page, words that Tsuna would probably find later:] I'm sorry for everything.
[And with that, he shuts the journal.]