kokounopride @ 2011-02-13T10: 15:00
Parents had to give you their love years ago and emerge hours asking you to do the same with them, fuck off.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
Teacher Themed Wedding
{6927 / / Daemon x Giotto King of Fools
To begin, revenge.
To begin with, the swearing of eternal friendship.
The old warehouse was dark and dirty, the only glimmer of light presented through the old wooden boards nailed on the windows badly, as to seal the site. The smell of rotting carcasses, mixed with that of the blood spilled in the air, pointed his gaze on Tsunayoshi, staring at him through different eyes than ever, less clumsy, less insecure. It seemed almost a different person.
The office was lit, the sunlight filtered through the light curtains, the spring breeze carries with it a pleasant scent of cherry blossoms. He looked
Giotto, was painted a peaceful smile on his lips, even his eyes conveyed a quiet outside of the municipality. He thought that person.
The person who brought him to ruin.
The person that would lead to ruin.
Tsunayoshi Sawada staring at him with hatred, Mukuro knew why: he had dared to touch her friends have them and throw at him, as his pawns. He wanted revenge, wanted exterminate the Mafia, to destroy the Vongola, destroy Tsunayoshi Sawada.
Giotto and his smiles. Suspected of being in love with this man in any point of view, and probably was not a love like that you felt between men and women, its respect that a little later it would turn into fanaticism, had taken so much to love not only the ideals of the man, but anything that might be part of his being.
Rather than surrender to the Clam, took his own life, keeping a backup plan, and eventually would come back with a goal: the body of Tsunayoshi Sawada it was his.
He sold his freedom to the Mafia, remaining confined in the prison of the redeemer for years, feeding his hatred of the Mafia, to the Clam, towards him.
addition to Giotto and the rest of the group, which soon became a real family, she felt unbeatable, and culminate in a future that now seemed farther and farther away so quickly made him happy, a better future which often leads to losses apparently also needed to increase the prestige of the family, at least from his point of view. One thing was certain, would follow him forever.
Locked within the "cell" realized it could not do anything, just signed a pact with a young dying: in exchange for his body would have kept alive with his illusions, so he would have a means to move and come closer to Tsunayoshi Sawada.
The power and the glory and victories. Giotto did not seem to get carried away by all this, but anyway ... Not that he expected a shift from a modest person like him, we would also estimated. He was happy to be a Guardian of Giotto, made him feel important.
A ring, the ring of the Mist. This led to make it part of something he despised more than anything else, the Mafia. Worse
led to the protection of Tsunayoshi Sawada.
Gokudera Hayato immediately sensed his plans and tried to obstacles cast against petty Chrome, its human vessel, but at the same time he could see something positive - at least from his point of view, more could be close to him, most of them had the opportunity to destroy him, slowly.
His ideas often came in conflict with G. The Guardian of the Storm. According to him did not deserve the role of Guardian of the Mist, probably because he was close to Giotto in an almost compulsive, turning his ideals with his own.
What nonsense, Giotto was not the kind of person, was a bit 'naive dreamer ... but would never let astray by him.
"Mukuro says he does not belong to the family, but often helps us, I consider him one of our comrades."
"I am happy that Daemon is part of my family, without him everything we have achieved so far, would be a utopia. "
passed the beauty of ten years. Who would have thought? He was still at his side.
He spent a long time, but he was no longer at his side.
Tsunayoshi Sawada became a weakness, the person who hated but at the same time wanted to protect.
so I wanted to protect its proximity to hate someone that it was not of himself, aware that his behavior often touched on the ridiculous.
Giotto became his weakness, the person he loved but at the same time wanted to eliminate. Their ideals opposed to the passage of time, Giotto was not a cruel person like him, he cried for his victims, this made him a weak man. He allied himself with a
haired man with evil eyes and blacks, who soon drove Giotto and assumed the throne of bloody clam.
One night back at the hotel, ate more drunk than usual Tsuna's room, hugged her body thin and seemingly helpless, she heard him moan, whispering his name several times. The reason
place left to desire, desire neutralized hatred.
The same night of the day dictated by fate decided to leave an indelible mark on the body of Giotto, the violets, against his will, making him more harm as possible.
He had never been good at expressing his feelings, that was the last big mistake he could make against Giotto.
Love leaves the place of madness, insanity neutralized reason.
A smile, and then the sentence that displacement "I think I love you."
A melancholy smile, then the sentence that displacement "I think I love you, sorry if they are not enough for you."
The awareness that was not a mistake, that was basically the same as he felt, he had become urgent in his heart.
The awareness that this was a mistake, the guilt, anger at himself, grew so huge.
The last time he saw Tsuna was before the war against Byakuran. He had watched with a worried look, he wanted to accompany him, but had requested the presence of Tsuna and Gokudera Yamamoto.
"We will meet again soon."
Her smile, her slender shoulders, in order that the door was closed.
The last time I could see it was before the end. Her eyes were also determined after all the humiliations, brave and beautiful as the first time I had met him.
"You hinder."
His smile which caused a sharp pain in his chest, his hands clutching a pocket watch, a symbol of his oath.
When she saw him, he managed to say, "I love you."
When he saw he could not talk to him, he was no longer among the living.
He kept his promise.
He had kept his promise, his forgiveness, he did nothing now.
To begin, revenge.
To begin with, the swearing of eternal friendship.
The old warehouse was dark and dirty, the only glimmer of light presented through the old wooden boards nailed on the windows badly, as to seal the site. The smell of rotting carcasses, mixed with that of the blood spilled in the air, pointed his gaze on Tsunayoshi, staring at him through different eyes than ever, less clumsy, less insecure. It seemed almost a different person.
The office was lit, the sunlight filtered through the light curtains, the spring breeze carries with it a pleasant scent of cherry blossoms. He looked
Giotto, was painted a peaceful smile on his lips, even his eyes conveyed a quiet outside of the municipality. He thought that person.
The person who brought him to ruin.
The person that would lead to ruin.
Tsunayoshi Sawada staring at him with hatred, Mukuro knew why: he had dared to touch her friends have them and throw at him, as his pawns. He wanted revenge, wanted exterminate the Mafia, to destroy the Vongola, destroy Tsunayoshi Sawada.
Giotto and his smiles. Suspected of being in love with this man in any point of view, and probably was not a love like that you felt between men and women, its respect that a little later it would turn into fanaticism, had taken so much to love not only the ideals of the man, but anything that might be part of his being.
Rather than surrender to the Clam, took his own life, keeping a backup plan, and eventually would come back with a goal: the body of Tsunayoshi Sawada it was his.
He sold his freedom to the Mafia, remaining confined in the prison of the redeemer for years, feeding his hatred of the Mafia, to the Clam, towards him.
addition to Giotto and the rest of the group, which soon became a real family, she felt unbeatable, and culminate in a future that now seemed farther and farther away so quickly made him happy, a better future which often leads to losses apparently also needed to increase the prestige of the family, at least from his point of view. One thing was certain, would follow him forever.
Locked within the "cell" realized it could not do anything, just signed a pact with a young dying: in exchange for his body would have kept alive with his illusions, so he would have a means to move and come closer to Tsunayoshi Sawada.
The power and the glory and victories. Giotto did not seem to get carried away by all this, but anyway ... Not that he expected a shift from a modest person like him, we would also estimated. He was happy to be a Guardian of Giotto, made him feel important.
A ring, the ring of the Mist. This led to make it part of something he despised more than anything else, the Mafia. Worse
led to the protection of Tsunayoshi Sawada.
Gokudera Hayato immediately sensed his plans and tried to obstacles cast against petty Chrome, its human vessel, but at the same time he could see something positive - at least from his point of view, more could be close to him, most of them had the opportunity to destroy him, slowly.
His ideas often came in conflict with G. The Guardian of the Storm. According to him did not deserve the role of Guardian of the Mist, probably because he was close to Giotto in an almost compulsive, turning his ideals with his own.
What nonsense, Giotto was not the kind of person, was a bit 'naive dreamer ... but would never let astray by him.
"Mukuro says he does not belong to the family, but often helps us, I consider him one of our comrades."
"I am happy that Daemon is part of my family, without him everything we have achieved so far, would be a utopia. "
passed the beauty of ten years. Who would have thought? He was still at his side.
He spent a long time, but he was no longer at his side.
Tsunayoshi Sawada became a weakness, the person who hated but at the same time wanted to protect.
so I wanted to protect its proximity to hate someone that it was not of himself, aware that his behavior often touched on the ridiculous.
Giotto became his weakness, the person he loved but at the same time wanted to eliminate. Their ideals opposed to the passage of time, Giotto was not a cruel person like him, he cried for his victims, this made him a weak man. He allied himself with a
haired man with evil eyes and blacks, who soon drove Giotto and assumed the throne of bloody clam.
One night back at the hotel, ate more drunk than usual Tsuna's room, hugged her body thin and seemingly helpless, she heard him moan, whispering his name several times. The reason
place left to desire, desire neutralized hatred.
The same night of the day dictated by fate decided to leave an indelible mark on the body of Giotto, the violets, against his will, making him more harm as possible.
He had never been good at expressing his feelings, that was the last big mistake he could make against Giotto.
Love leaves the place of madness, insanity neutralized reason.
A smile, and then the sentence that displacement "I think I love you."
A melancholy smile, then the sentence that displacement "I think I love you, sorry if they are not enough for you."
The awareness that was not a mistake, that was basically the same as he felt, he had become urgent in his heart.
The awareness that this was a mistake, the guilt, anger at himself, grew so huge.
The last time he saw Tsuna was before the war against Byakuran. He had watched with a worried look, he wanted to accompany him, but had requested the presence of Tsuna and Gokudera Yamamoto.
"We will meet again soon."
Her smile, her slender shoulders, in order that the door was closed.
The last time I could see it was before the end. Her eyes were also determined after all the humiliations, brave and beautiful as the first time I had met him.
"You hinder."
His smile which caused a sharp pain in his chest, his hands clutching a pocket watch, a symbol of his oath.
When she saw him, he managed to say, "I love you."
When he saw he could not talk to him, he was no longer among the living.
He kept his promise.
He had kept his promise, his forgiveness, he did nothing now.
Chylmidia Of The Mouth
Fanfic} {6927} Fanfic "Tears on your cheek." Daemon
"Why are you crying?"
"I cry because I took away an important person."
Mukuro in those days did not understand the Tsunayoshi response, or perhaps simply did not want to understand it, considering that the Mafia hated, hated, and consequently hated Tsuna Vongola same.
The Guardian of the Mist, or at least, that was the name that is awarded every time you referred to him - only Tsunayoshi and other Guardian called him by name, among them a few did so with pleasure - he never truly understand himself, because in spite of the hatred continued to follow that kid so much changed with the passing years, that kid with the time he had become an adult, as well as himself.
Tsunayoshi possessed the innate ability to recognize the moods of Mukuro: he understood when he was angry when he was sarcastic when ... okay, his moods would stop at that point, he was always angry, or sarcasm used to spread the gift of all, and there could even pretty good.
That the quoted phrase Tsuna in a particular moment of his life as another in the afternoon due to an exchange of people killed was his mother, and that fact led to a strong shock in the boy, who from that day began search for those responsible for murder, disappeared into thin air.
Mukuro do not care that much, did not know the meaning of ties and therefore could not really understand what it meant losing a loved one. In fact, he did not know how he would react to this loss, now too accustomed to think of himself rather than others. More
progressed with time, the more he realized that really was not fighting only for himself but to protect something, or rather someone.
"Juudaime, there are these documents to be signed." He announced with enthusiasm incurable Gokudera, Tsuna laying on the desk of not less than one hundred sheets of paper, only to see Tsuna turned white, clasping her hands sore the pen had not yet strangely discharged, strange thought, considering it was the day that put scribbles on right and left like a madman.
"You can pause, Juudaime?" Was the question that raised the morale in Tsuna, allowing stretching back in his chair. Gokudera left the room, leaving him alone in the office.
sighed, turning his eyes toward the window, "Mukuro-kun, if you have something to say to me, might as well come here ... instead of spying."
The unmistakable Mukuro's laughter echoed in the words of Tsuna, the latter moved his eyes on the boy, leaning lazily on the window sill, her arms crossed at his chest.
"Pardon, I did not want to disturb the Vongola Tenth big." He said, and his voice was a note of irony quite clear, that obviously noticed Tsuna, but merely to raise his eyes to sky, turning to the other.
"Do not disturb me, you know. What is it? "
Respond immediately to that question could mean simply send air mask the pride and security that usually wore, and in the end had already become one with the mask, so that often struggled to get rid.
"To be honest I was worried about you." He was surprised to note what might sound strange that phrase uttered by him, Mukuro Rokudo which until then had never worried about someone, and yet at that moment I was doing , in a rather awkward to another.
Tsuna did not seem surprised by the emergence of the other and returned his look, standing up to approach the dark, approaching the wall.
Their speeches were never very long or deep, very often, just as it did at the time, grabbed Tsuna Mukuro's hand without looking at his face, and hugged. That gesture
Mukuro recognize him every time, associated with a silent plea for help, almost as if the words are not enough to convey what he felt.
It was moments like those that he wanted to do something that had never done with anyone, as hug and whisper "You'll be fine, I'm there with you.", But something always prevented him from doing so, perhaps because afraid of engaging with each other, whereas for his personal taste had gone too far already.
"You can cry if you want, eh. "It came suddenly, surprising that this time in response Tsuna shook his hand up.
was seeing the back of the brown tremble, his eyes took on a pained and instinctively stood up, turning toward the other as the body itself, and hold his arms.
initially appears to contain, heard him cry for several minutes, then once you get used to his shoulder, which hid her face, literally burst into tears, holding on with clenched fists on his chest.
was in moments like these that Tsuna sensed what was not good at hiding his moods Mukuro. He hated this weakness, because at least he wanted to look like the person who was always smiling, crying brats were from women and spineless, so once said ... Mukuro and Tsuna some words remained impressed, although it was not the type that is swayed by the speech of others, but the Guardian of the Mist could confuse it perfectly.
"Stop keeping everything for you, otherwise one day explodes ... Although, in my opinion, to explode while continuing to eat this way. "Mukuro joked, leaning slightly forward on the restaurant table, staring pleased Tsuna that he had ever eaten in weeks.
the cast stopped shooting for that statement, realizing that it was a joke only because of the relaxed smile of the dark.
"You're not hungry?"
Since they went out for lunch, Mukuro had not brought anything to eat. The Guardian of the Mist shook head, resting one elbow on the table and holding his face on one hand, while continuing to observe the other guy eat.
"I wish to explain to me why you always keep everything inside."
"Do not ask me questions that could easily backfire on you." He asserted Tsunayoshi, his lips pursed in a smile, while on the face of Mukuro was painted surprise expression, which replaced immediately with a mischievous smile.
"Tsunayoshi-kun, do not test your luck with me, you know that I do not hide anything and that I revealed my plans from the beginning."
That sentence probably would have no effect if only he was having lunch with a person who was supposed to hate, he wanted to possess the body and possibly eliminate.
"I'm not talking about this, but your feelings. We are both very good at hiding them, eh? "Whispered the young man, putting the sticks and folding his arms on the table, hiding his smile incredibly honest, a bit 'sad maybe.
"Suddenly I want to drink." The statement of Mukuro Tsuna that he took on a stern frown, "On an empty stomach, no! "
Needless to say, Mukuro ignored the warning of the Boss and dragged him with it, forgetting completely than it was resistant to alcohol, resulting in doverselo lead up to the house, and weight more combative than usual.
"Muuukuuuuro! Put me down, I can walk, "began screaming in the street, pulling the long tail of the dark hair, causing no little pain. Fortunately the path was very long and soon reached the house, where he managed to open the doors of the house wearing dangling Tsuna, she laughed and said nonsense. He laughed in a way that even during the most cheerful of his life he had ever done.
"Mukuro just illusions, I'm just a man like you, do not split," said a little before falling weight on the bed, probably because of a dizzy; Mukuro put her hand on his forehead wondering Devil wanted to show the other with certain behaviors.
"You are a child a few times."
"I'm not a child! And you're a nuisance! "
and continued for half an hour, between humorous insult and laughter. It never happened that he could behave so naturally to him, perhaps because at that moment he was drunk and passed the drunk would not have remembered anything.
He knew that actually did all this to forget the bad things that had happened, he could not speak freely, or worse still hiding.
Sitting on the right side of the bed, stared for a long time the other guy who seemed to have calmed down, while he was sleeping with one arm over his face, his mouth half open and his tie loosened just round the neck, cheeks a bit 'of redness enlivened the face.
Needless to say, only to watch a spontaneous smile appeared on his face, could not explain why, but just felt a sense of bliss to watch.
lips stared for several minutes, then decided to bend enough to touch them with their own. She felt him move
, a clear sign that he was still awake, surprised to hear in return contact, bringing an arm around his neck.
"I'm asleep."
"I thought you liked kissing me to sleep." Promptly replied Tsuna, Mukuro nibbling her lower lip.
"I want to help you in your revenge." Suddenly said the Guardian of the Mist, concentrated in the other's gaze, as if to scrutinize every corner of his soul. Tsuna took a bit 'to understand what it was about Mukuro, then remembered that day when he was surprised to weep with frustration at the death of his mother ... He spoke of revenge, he would find those who had dropped and would the same with him.
He can put any poison in those words, probably resulting in more evil and menacing than usual; Mukuro had not distracted for even a second look Tsuna's face, the latter did not speak, almost violently pulling his tie for the largest, so you can get closer.
He had to come off suddenly from brown to catch my breath, just in time to meet the other hazel eyes filled with a languor he had never seen in his life, returned immediately to the small and warm inviting mouth. She heard him mutter
his name, choked when deepened the kiss, entwining his tongue with his.
was when he started to unbutton his shirt the other that Tsunayoshi rebelled, turning to the side and covering his chest suddenly naked, prompting a laugh veiled in dark, kissed him on the cheek.
"What is it?"
Tsuna just narrowed his eyes, intoxicated with the laughter of the other.
"My body is not beautiful like yours."
Tsuna was often too honest, or at least could say things with such ease by surprise, always.
"You say? But I think you're beautiful. "Insisted he had to say in the open brown shirt, in vain.
"I do not want ..." He protested Tsuna, Mukuro that bringing all'arresa sighed.
"I guess it's too soon."
Although the desire was strong, he is content to hold his arms, lying repeatedly to set the time on the call, scored three in the morning when he felt Tsunayoshi move.
the cast, who seemed to have recovered from the hangover, he repeatedly rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, still sleepy.
"You can if you want to stay still, it is night. "
" I can not sleep ... "Tsuna muttered, resting his head on the chest of the best dark to listen to his heartbeat.
In fact even if he had striven with all his heart, there would never have succeeded, had completely lost to other thoughts that Mukuro had said before, his behavior.
He spent that night with the knowledge that sooner or later would have to separate. The moonlight illuminated the ceiling, the only sound in contrast with the heartbeat of Mukuro was that the pendulum clock.
That night seemed to be eternal.
Eternal, sprinkled with a sweet smell, the smell that seemed to almost be sad to say goodbye.
The awakening from a dream that would never have expected to achieve, it was lonely, Mukuro was not close to him, you probably already left for work.
Looking out the window became an automatic gesture. Mukuro was not the kind of person who liked to be together with others, nor to him, but the way he behaved last night, Tsuna had sensed something ... or maybe he was just deluded, as often happened.
The door snapped open woke him from his thoughts. A Gokudera more agitated than usual immediately sought the glance of his boss, out of breath that required him to stay bent, to resume air.
Tsuna, seeing him so upset, stood up, approaching the Guardian of the Storm.
"The murderess of your mother, Juudaime! It 'been captured, he succeeded Mukuro! "Those words spoken in haste, almost shouted, triggered a chain reaction of emotions in reckless Tsuna. It was when
Do not hold your legs warned that quickly in the arms of Gokudera helped him to support himself, a gesture quickly loosened his tie at that moment seemed so narrow and suffocating with an advanced shooting toward the exit.
"Mukuro. Where Mukuro? "Said, meeting the corridor and Ryohei Yamamoto arguing with a worried look. The vision of Tsuna, the first looked down, the second put his hand around his neck, massaging the plan.
"Sawada ... Mukuro is fine, but perhaps it is better if you wait a while 'before it. "Ryohei replied with a tone lower than usual that it was not him.
Yamamoto put his hand on the shoulder of Tsuna, pointing to a marked just smiled.
"Do not worry, by the way is now in his room."
Those words were enough to make Tsuna escape from the gaze of the two, starting to run headlong into the room of the Guardian of the Mist. Do not knock, opening the door all at once, finding the other standing, his eyes turned away to the mirror and clothes completely covered in blood.
Now Tsuna thought Ryohei, Gokudera and Yamamoto had lied, but soon realized that this was not his blood.
The smell was strong enough to provoke a feeling of nausea, which tried to drive away. He met then Mukuro's eyes in the mirror, noticing almost absent)
"Mukuro ..." he called softly, drawing his attention. The dark turned, and seemed to wear a mask as his eyes were cold.
"You ... Killed? "
" Yeah. "
Tsuna hesitated. Actually he did not know how to react: whether to be angry, or relieved to see another safe and sound ...
Mukuro seemed to notice it, coldly bowed in front of his boss, extending his arm to make she could reach her hand, holding up a little before bringing it close to his lips, to touch the back.
"will never allow you can be dirty, not because of people like cowards."
In contrast to the words of Mukuro, Tsuna's hands are stained with blood. Ignored him and leaning toward the dark, hugged him, holding back tears at the corners of the eyes.
"You're a stupid, stupid, stupid! Try to think more about yourself, instead of worrying about the other, "snapped the young Boss, smearing blood on your clothing when you increase the close of that embrace, Mukuro laughed, shaking his head the words of Tsuna.
"Tsunayoshi Sawada, want to race who can be the most stupid among us?" He joked, raised by the fact that he was not angry, but rather worried about him. In a way, not expecting it, really.
would have stayed by his side forever, a doll, a puppet, a human being, it would not be imported as the Treaty would, he cared only to play the role you desire, in silence, only to protect it.
"Why are you crying?"
"I cry because I took away an important person."
Mukuro in those days did not understand the Tsunayoshi response, or perhaps simply did not want to understand it, considering that the Mafia hated, hated, and consequently hated Tsuna Vongola same.
The Guardian of the Mist, or at least, that was the name that is awarded every time you referred to him - only Tsunayoshi and other Guardian called him by name, among them a few did so with pleasure - he never truly understand himself, because in spite of the hatred continued to follow that kid so much changed with the passing years, that kid with the time he had become an adult, as well as himself.
Tsunayoshi possessed the innate ability to recognize the moods of Mukuro: he understood when he was angry when he was sarcastic when ... okay, his moods would stop at that point, he was always angry, or sarcasm used to spread the gift of all, and there could even pretty good.
That the quoted phrase Tsuna in a particular moment of his life as another in the afternoon due to an exchange of people killed was his mother, and that fact led to a strong shock in the boy, who from that day began search for those responsible for murder, disappeared into thin air.
Mukuro do not care that much, did not know the meaning of ties and therefore could not really understand what it meant losing a loved one. In fact, he did not know how he would react to this loss, now too accustomed to think of himself rather than others. More
progressed with time, the more he realized that really was not fighting only for himself but to protect something, or rather someone.
"Juudaime, there are these documents to be signed." He announced with enthusiasm incurable Gokudera, Tsuna laying on the desk of not less than one hundred sheets of paper, only to see Tsuna turned white, clasping her hands sore the pen had not yet strangely discharged, strange thought, considering it was the day that put scribbles on right and left like a madman.
"You can pause, Juudaime?" Was the question that raised the morale in Tsuna, allowing stretching back in his chair. Gokudera left the room, leaving him alone in the office.
sighed, turning his eyes toward the window, "Mukuro-kun, if you have something to say to me, might as well come here ... instead of spying."
The unmistakable Mukuro's laughter echoed in the words of Tsuna, the latter moved his eyes on the boy, leaning lazily on the window sill, her arms crossed at his chest.
"Pardon, I did not want to disturb the Vongola Tenth big." He said, and his voice was a note of irony quite clear, that obviously noticed Tsuna, but merely to raise his eyes to sky, turning to the other.
"Do not disturb me, you know. What is it? "
Respond immediately to that question could mean simply send air mask the pride and security that usually wore, and in the end had already become one with the mask, so that often struggled to get rid.
"To be honest I was worried about you." He was surprised to note what might sound strange that phrase uttered by him, Mukuro Rokudo which until then had never worried about someone, and yet at that moment I was doing , in a rather awkward to another.
Tsuna did not seem surprised by the emergence of the other and returned his look, standing up to approach the dark, approaching the wall.
Their speeches were never very long or deep, very often, just as it did at the time, grabbed Tsuna Mukuro's hand without looking at his face, and hugged. That gesture
Mukuro recognize him every time, associated with a silent plea for help, almost as if the words are not enough to convey what he felt.
It was moments like those that he wanted to do something that had never done with anyone, as hug and whisper "You'll be fine, I'm there with you.", But something always prevented him from doing so, perhaps because afraid of engaging with each other, whereas for his personal taste had gone too far already.
"You can cry if you want, eh. "It came suddenly, surprising that this time in response Tsuna shook his hand up.
was seeing the back of the brown tremble, his eyes took on a pained and instinctively stood up, turning toward the other as the body itself, and hold his arms.
initially appears to contain, heard him cry for several minutes, then once you get used to his shoulder, which hid her face, literally burst into tears, holding on with clenched fists on his chest.
was in moments like these that Tsuna sensed what was not good at hiding his moods Mukuro. He hated this weakness, because at least he wanted to look like the person who was always smiling, crying brats were from women and spineless, so once said ... Mukuro and Tsuna some words remained impressed, although it was not the type that is swayed by the speech of others, but the Guardian of the Mist could confuse it perfectly.
"Stop keeping everything for you, otherwise one day explodes ... Although, in my opinion, to explode while continuing to eat this way. "Mukuro joked, leaning slightly forward on the restaurant table, staring pleased Tsuna that he had ever eaten in weeks.
the cast stopped shooting for that statement, realizing that it was a joke only because of the relaxed smile of the dark.
"You're not hungry?"
Since they went out for lunch, Mukuro had not brought anything to eat. The Guardian of the Mist shook head, resting one elbow on the table and holding his face on one hand, while continuing to observe the other guy eat.
"I wish to explain to me why you always keep everything inside."
"Do not ask me questions that could easily backfire on you." He asserted Tsunayoshi, his lips pursed in a smile, while on the face of Mukuro was painted surprise expression, which replaced immediately with a mischievous smile.
"Tsunayoshi-kun, do not test your luck with me, you know that I do not hide anything and that I revealed my plans from the beginning."
That sentence probably would have no effect if only he was having lunch with a person who was supposed to hate, he wanted to possess the body and possibly eliminate.
"I'm not talking about this, but your feelings. We are both very good at hiding them, eh? "Whispered the young man, putting the sticks and folding his arms on the table, hiding his smile incredibly honest, a bit 'sad maybe.
"Suddenly I want to drink." The statement of Mukuro Tsuna that he took on a stern frown, "On an empty stomach, no! "
Needless to say, Mukuro ignored the warning of the Boss and dragged him with it, forgetting completely than it was resistant to alcohol, resulting in doverselo lead up to the house, and weight more combative than usual.
"Muuukuuuuro! Put me down, I can walk, "began screaming in the street, pulling the long tail of the dark hair, causing no little pain. Fortunately the path was very long and soon reached the house, where he managed to open the doors of the house wearing dangling Tsuna, she laughed and said nonsense. He laughed in a way that even during the most cheerful of his life he had ever done.
"Mukuro just illusions, I'm just a man like you, do not split," said a little before falling weight on the bed, probably because of a dizzy; Mukuro put her hand on his forehead wondering Devil wanted to show the other with certain behaviors.
"You are a child a few times."
"I'm not a child! And you're a nuisance! "
and continued for half an hour, between humorous insult and laughter. It never happened that he could behave so naturally to him, perhaps because at that moment he was drunk and passed the drunk would not have remembered anything.
He knew that actually did all this to forget the bad things that had happened, he could not speak freely, or worse still hiding.
Sitting on the right side of the bed, stared for a long time the other guy who seemed to have calmed down, while he was sleeping with one arm over his face, his mouth half open and his tie loosened just round the neck, cheeks a bit 'of redness enlivened the face.
Needless to say, only to watch a spontaneous smile appeared on his face, could not explain why, but just felt a sense of bliss to watch.
lips stared for several minutes, then decided to bend enough to touch them with their own. She felt him move
, a clear sign that he was still awake, surprised to hear in return contact, bringing an arm around his neck.
"I'm asleep."
"I thought you liked kissing me to sleep." Promptly replied Tsuna, Mukuro nibbling her lower lip.
"I want to help you in your revenge." Suddenly said the Guardian of the Mist, concentrated in the other's gaze, as if to scrutinize every corner of his soul. Tsuna took a bit 'to understand what it was about Mukuro, then remembered that day when he was surprised to weep with frustration at the death of his mother ... He spoke of revenge, he would find those who had dropped and would the same with him.
He can put any poison in those words, probably resulting in more evil and menacing than usual; Mukuro had not distracted for even a second look Tsuna's face, the latter did not speak, almost violently pulling his tie for the largest, so you can get closer.
He had to come off suddenly from brown to catch my breath, just in time to meet the other hazel eyes filled with a languor he had never seen in his life, returned immediately to the small and warm inviting mouth. She heard him mutter
his name, choked when deepened the kiss, entwining his tongue with his.
was when he started to unbutton his shirt the other that Tsunayoshi rebelled, turning to the side and covering his chest suddenly naked, prompting a laugh veiled in dark, kissed him on the cheek.
"What is it?"
Tsuna just narrowed his eyes, intoxicated with the laughter of the other.
"My body is not beautiful like yours."
Tsuna was often too honest, or at least could say things with such ease by surprise, always.
"You say? But I think you're beautiful. "Insisted he had to say in the open brown shirt, in vain.
"I do not want ..." He protested Tsuna, Mukuro that bringing all'arresa sighed.
"I guess it's too soon."
Although the desire was strong, he is content to hold his arms, lying repeatedly to set the time on the call, scored three in the morning when he felt Tsunayoshi move.
the cast, who seemed to have recovered from the hangover, he repeatedly rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, still sleepy.
"You can if you want to stay still, it is night. "
" I can not sleep ... "Tsuna muttered, resting his head on the chest of the best dark to listen to his heartbeat.
In fact even if he had striven with all his heart, there would never have succeeded, had completely lost to other thoughts that Mukuro had said before, his behavior.
He spent that night with the knowledge that sooner or later would have to separate. The moonlight illuminated the ceiling, the only sound in contrast with the heartbeat of Mukuro was that the pendulum clock.
That night seemed to be eternal.
Eternal, sprinkled with a sweet smell, the smell that seemed to almost be sad to say goodbye.
The awakening from a dream that would never have expected to achieve, it was lonely, Mukuro was not close to him, you probably already left for work.
Looking out the window became an automatic gesture. Mukuro was not the kind of person who liked to be together with others, nor to him, but the way he behaved last night, Tsuna had sensed something ... or maybe he was just deluded, as often happened.
The door snapped open woke him from his thoughts. A Gokudera more agitated than usual immediately sought the glance of his boss, out of breath that required him to stay bent, to resume air.
Tsuna, seeing him so upset, stood up, approaching the Guardian of the Storm.
"The murderess of your mother, Juudaime! It 'been captured, he succeeded Mukuro! "Those words spoken in haste, almost shouted, triggered a chain reaction of emotions in reckless Tsuna. It was when
Do not hold your legs warned that quickly in the arms of Gokudera helped him to support himself, a gesture quickly loosened his tie at that moment seemed so narrow and suffocating with an advanced shooting toward the exit.
"Mukuro. Where Mukuro? "Said, meeting the corridor and Ryohei Yamamoto arguing with a worried look. The vision of Tsuna, the first looked down, the second put his hand around his neck, massaging the plan.
"Sawada ... Mukuro is fine, but perhaps it is better if you wait a while 'before it. "Ryohei replied with a tone lower than usual that it was not him.
Yamamoto put his hand on the shoulder of Tsuna, pointing to a marked just smiled.
"Do not worry, by the way is now in his room."
Those words were enough to make Tsuna escape from the gaze of the two, starting to run headlong into the room of the Guardian of the Mist. Do not knock, opening the door all at once, finding the other standing, his eyes turned away to the mirror and clothes completely covered in blood.
Now Tsuna thought Ryohei, Gokudera and Yamamoto had lied, but soon realized that this was not his blood.
The smell was strong enough to provoke a feeling of nausea, which tried to drive away. He met then Mukuro's eyes in the mirror, noticing almost absent)
"Mukuro ..." he called softly, drawing his attention. The dark turned, and seemed to wear a mask as his eyes were cold.
"You ... Killed? "
" Yeah. "
Tsuna hesitated. Actually he did not know how to react: whether to be angry, or relieved to see another safe and sound ...
Mukuro seemed to notice it, coldly bowed in front of his boss, extending his arm to make she could reach her hand, holding up a little before bringing it close to his lips, to touch the back.
"will never allow you can be dirty, not because of people like cowards."
In contrast to the words of Mukuro, Tsuna's hands are stained with blood. Ignored him and leaning toward the dark, hugged him, holding back tears at the corners of the eyes.
"You're a stupid, stupid, stupid! Try to think more about yourself, instead of worrying about the other, "snapped the young Boss, smearing blood on your clothing when you increase the close of that embrace, Mukuro laughed, shaking his head the words of Tsuna.
"Tsunayoshi Sawada, want to race who can be the most stupid among us?" He joked, raised by the fact that he was not angry, but rather worried about him. In a way, not expecting it, really.
would have stayed by his side forever, a doll, a puppet, a human being, it would not be imported as the Treaty would, he cared only to play the role you desire, in silence, only to protect it.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Ointment For Colonoscopy
{x} Giotto Field of Dreams.
Title: Field of Dreams.
Pairing: Daemon Spade x Giotto.
Rating: NC-17
Betareader: Prof.
Notes & Warnings: Angst , Melancholy, Death Character, Yaoi, Affair of the bast-Daemon!, Lemon. (Oh, well ... hints Lemon °_°')
Whatever you do will be insignificant but it is very important that you do, because nobody else will do it. It's like when someone comes into your life and a part of you says "you are absolutely ready" while the other half says "flaw yours forever"
Giotto long observed the scene out the window with a calm expression, his eyes clear seemed to reflect more than he could reverberate the same sky that is now staring at a half hour, if not more.
a yawn, which choked with one hand, then sank his face in his folded arms on the desk.
was an unusually quiet morning: no noise, no one came to disturb him, not that I wanted but it was so weird.
Unexpectedly there was a knock at the door of his office and the young boss of the Vongola jumped by granting permission to enter, anyone.
When the door opened, revealing nothing of those who guessed Giotto it could be, not all of its revenue Guards were preparing to do so "spectacular" and Daemon Spade was the only one who like a ghost could infiltrate anywhere, let alone the office of Giotto.
Although he could not see him, his invisible presence was barely noticeable, probably thanks to the powers of the Boss than any other human sense.
"Daemon, is that every time you make an entrance ... normal?" Ruled, looking around for any clue that might indicate where to find each other, Daemon was a surprise but of course first, appearing unexpectedly at his back, sweeping away as he did every time.
Daemon chuckled, bringing a hand to the face of the other, grabbing his chin between his thumb and forefinger.
"This is the most you can expect from an eccentric like me." He said to do with almost theatrical, moving away skeptical glance of the Boss and hold back a laugh with amusement.
"I would say that is no small thing, Daemon Sword." Giotto smiled, turning toward him, as it rests against the back of the leather chair.
A quick visual inspection to Giotto in the intuisse that something was wrong;
reached for that of the portrait that had instinctively and squeezed.
Daemon looked at him surprise, getting lost in your eyes for a few minutes of deep melancholy and Giotto.
in a second glance through that identified a feeling of reassurance, love and protective instincts ....
now Giotto knew Daemon, or at least had come to know well what its side that tends to lead to worry about everyone, as if he never wanted to be fail in its duty, offering his support to anyone. He also knew well that all this but did not do it for others, but to forgive himself, as if any moment could turn your back to his companions, to his boss ... all the people who had been around, an attempt at redemption.
"You promised you'd bring me to the sea."
Daemon recovered from that look, just in time to be warmed by the smiles of children Giotto, an expression full of trust and other feelings that had not yet learned to decipher well.
"We can go even now, if you want." Moor had appeared on the face of a mischievous smile, while doing almost princely held out his hand to Giotto, and the boss caught her without hesitation, that he was leaving the other to guide him to his bedroom. ***
He arched his back when he felt the intrusion by Daemon, clutching her arms around his back, digging her nails in order to claim the pain he felt. The Guardian of the Mist in response to a half-closed eyes, groaned against the neck of the other soft against the skin marked by his own mouth.
Each thrust became drunk the voice of the dark, his shortness of breath, which is rubbed his pelvis against him in response to its movements. Climb along the exposed neck of Giotto, in search of his lips curled slightly into a smile.
"That the sea was one damn excuse, right?" He murmured against her lips, between one breath and another, trying not to notice the sand that clung so to say the least annoying on his sweaty body .
"To be only an illusion is pretty realistic, you have surpassed yourself this time." He chuckled, leaning forward just a foot in contact with the hot water the point in the sea shore, where they had left after a long walk, ending then make love.
"There's nothing for me to be impossible." He said pretending air higher, approaching his jacket on the other, to cover it.
Giotto gladly accepted the offer, leaving the other slide the jacket on his shoulders, then raising his eyes to his face.
"Why do all this for me?" He asked, so suddenly as to leave nothing but the wrong-footed in front of that took on a question of who was easily taken by surprise.
"You're my boss, that's why." Sounds more like a way to close the speech, rather than an honest answer. Giotto was about to reply, but the Daemon team with an eloquent look, laying a hand on your face, avoiding any possibility of supporting eye contact.
Giotto tried to reply, but after a slight movement of his lips he was unable to talk because the more he put his mouth to his.
"Sleep, Boss." A subtle whisper that just broke the tension created. Giotto long struggled with his own eyes that threatened to shut down at any moment, but eventually the "sleep" prevailed and gave himself up to that feeling of cold and dark.
That feeling never left him cold until a familiar voice called, the call was to emphasize the continuous knocking at the door, sank more face in the pillow, and to cease when, upon contact with the surface the cool wet feeling of the pillow covered her face. Only then
noticed that the pillow was wet and his eyes still half closed, were wet.
tried to Groping beside him a minimum of physical contact, but the only thing I found was a ring of mist Daemon.
At that time, his first thought was that Daemon had forgotten to get back the ring, but then why? He did not withdraw it if ever.
Without even thinking about it further, rose, slipping quickly crumpled trousers and shirt, without even looking after the order of buttons. Once you wear the shoes catapulted to the door, meeting the face of G. The expression Guardian of the Storm, who became concerned when crossed eyes terrified of Giotto.
"Daemon, Daemon where?!" His voice trembled as her body when G. put both hands on his slender shoulders. The Guardian slightly deviated gaze, unable to look directly into the eyes of his boss, his best friend.
That simple gesture amplifies the terror that gripped firmly in Giotto the ring of the Mist in her hand in hand.
'G. What happened? "
Why not talk? Why not look at him? The Guardian of the Storm was silent for another second, the Boss trembled before him, and too many thoughts crowded into her mind still clouded by the illusion of Daemon, not to mention the pain she felt from her back down.
"He has deserted, betrayed us."
Those words brought a feeling of nausea, followed by loss, anger, sadness, pain. A deadly mixture that fell on him suddenly, like a wave crashing on a rock, then slips away, returning to be scattered in the immensity of the sea.
Daemon was just like a wave, it was given off on him, making him feel fragile but at the same time giving them that moment of fleeting happiness. Yet, despite the words of G. could not believe it was really something, would not believe it.
*** "I do not think you are suitable to be Boss of the Vongola."
Giotto did not change expression, remains a serious and inflexible in the face of Daemon, who sat on the floor, emptied of its power , of his powers, but still full of pride.
The Boss felt the gaze of his captors placed upon his shoulders, G. at his right hand trembling with anger that threatened at any moment to attack the traitor.
Only then noticed a minimum of hesitation in the eyes of Daemon, insecurity that for a moment had made him believe that the end was the Daemon had always known.
"Leave me alone with him." At the request G. sprang forward, displeased "First, do not say nonsense ..." Giotto turned to the Guardian of Storm, which diverted the eye with a line of anger when exact location of his crossed eyes authoritarian.
Without another word all the Guardians with the exception of Giotto and Daemon left the room, fell into total silence.
"I thought our ideas were the same." Giotto broke the silence has arisen, when in fact he had not stopped for even a second eye contact with each other.
Daemon laughed, for the claim that the seriousness with which the other had spoken, was thinking how naive and moralistic.
"naive, dreamy and extremely optimistic. Now I remember why I decided to follow you. "Was his reply, accompanied by a smile. Giotto did not change expression, even for a moment.
Daemon The truth was that the sea was not enough, he aspired to the ocean.
"... So this is goodbye?" Asked Giotto, without another word. Not a reason, not an attempt to debate. That thrilled her reaction left him slightly, though he knew his cool he could keep Giotto in certain situations.
"Yeah. I do not want to have anything to do with you. "
Yet it was not easy, because the fingerprints that are left will not fade into the lives that are never touched, and so would have been between them, the gestures, words had exchanged would never disappear so easily.
The truth, the raw Daemon would never have revealed that out of pride is that he was not ready to quit the sea, because he had to throw in the ocean ... deep fear of drowning.
Another truth, perhaps what was even worse was that basically he was a hopeless liar, because the words that would have meant at that time was unable to say "I love you", "I'll miss you."
Giotto but had always been more courageous than him, before a bye whispered "I forgive you '
" Make it yours forever. "
stared angrily the tombstone of the first. He was dead, that man of strong ideals, just as naive and too fragile to fight in a world of his dreams, he did nothing.
What sense had up to that point, when at last the only thing he achieved was the glory, when he had never really want?
This had very often accompanied in its illusions, because in that world, created especially for him ... he would never suffer, but ultimately he was responsible for his suffering.
There was one thing he knew from the start: their "love" was supported by melancholy.
Title: Field of Dreams.
Pairing: Daemon Spade x Giotto.
Rating: NC-17
Betareader: Prof.
Notes & Warnings: Angst , Melancholy, Death Character, Yaoi, Affair of the bast-Daemon!, Lemon. (Oh, well ... hints Lemon °_°')
Whatever you do will be insignificant but it is very important that you do, because nobody else will do it. It's like when someone comes into your life and a part of you says "you are absolutely ready" while the other half says "flaw yours forever"
Giotto long observed the scene out the window with a calm expression, his eyes clear seemed to reflect more than he could reverberate the same sky that is now staring at a half hour, if not more.
a yawn, which choked with one hand, then sank his face in his folded arms on the desk.
was an unusually quiet morning: no noise, no one came to disturb him, not that I wanted but it was so weird.
Unexpectedly there was a knock at the door of his office and the young boss of the Vongola jumped by granting permission to enter, anyone.
When the door opened, revealing nothing of those who guessed Giotto it could be, not all of its revenue Guards were preparing to do so "spectacular" and Daemon Spade was the only one who like a ghost could infiltrate anywhere, let alone the office of Giotto.
Although he could not see him, his invisible presence was barely noticeable, probably thanks to the powers of the Boss than any other human sense.
"Daemon, is that every time you make an entrance ... normal?" Ruled, looking around for any clue that might indicate where to find each other, Daemon was a surprise but of course first, appearing unexpectedly at his back, sweeping away as he did every time.
Daemon chuckled, bringing a hand to the face of the other, grabbing his chin between his thumb and forefinger.
"This is the most you can expect from an eccentric like me." He said to do with almost theatrical, moving away skeptical glance of the Boss and hold back a laugh with amusement.
"I would say that is no small thing, Daemon Sword." Giotto smiled, turning toward him, as it rests against the back of the leather chair.
A quick visual inspection to Giotto in the intuisse that something was wrong;
reached for that of the portrait that had instinctively and squeezed.
Daemon looked at him surprise, getting lost in your eyes for a few minutes of deep melancholy and Giotto.
in a second glance through that identified a feeling of reassurance, love and protective instincts ....
now Giotto knew Daemon, or at least had come to know well what its side that tends to lead to worry about everyone, as if he never wanted to be fail in its duty, offering his support to anyone. He also knew well that all this but did not do it for others, but to forgive himself, as if any moment could turn your back to his companions, to his boss ... all the people who had been around, an attempt at redemption.
"You promised you'd bring me to the sea."
Daemon recovered from that look, just in time to be warmed by the smiles of children Giotto, an expression full of trust and other feelings that had not yet learned to decipher well.
"We can go even now, if you want." Moor had appeared on the face of a mischievous smile, while doing almost princely held out his hand to Giotto, and the boss caught her without hesitation, that he was leaving the other to guide him to his bedroom. ***
He arched his back when he felt the intrusion by Daemon, clutching her arms around his back, digging her nails in order to claim the pain he felt. The Guardian of the Mist in response to a half-closed eyes, groaned against the neck of the other soft against the skin marked by his own mouth.
Each thrust became drunk the voice of the dark, his shortness of breath, which is rubbed his pelvis against him in response to its movements. Climb along the exposed neck of Giotto, in search of his lips curled slightly into a smile.
"That the sea was one damn excuse, right?" He murmured against her lips, between one breath and another, trying not to notice the sand that clung so to say the least annoying on his sweaty body .
"To be only an illusion is pretty realistic, you have surpassed yourself this time." He chuckled, leaning forward just a foot in contact with the hot water the point in the sea shore, where they had left after a long walk, ending then make love.
"There's nothing for me to be impossible." He said pretending air higher, approaching his jacket on the other, to cover it.
Giotto gladly accepted the offer, leaving the other slide the jacket on his shoulders, then raising his eyes to his face.
"Why do all this for me?" He asked, so suddenly as to leave nothing but the wrong-footed in front of that took on a question of who was easily taken by surprise.
"You're my boss, that's why." Sounds more like a way to close the speech, rather than an honest answer. Giotto was about to reply, but the Daemon team with an eloquent look, laying a hand on your face, avoiding any possibility of supporting eye contact.
Giotto tried to reply, but after a slight movement of his lips he was unable to talk because the more he put his mouth to his.
"Sleep, Boss." A subtle whisper that just broke the tension created. Giotto long struggled with his own eyes that threatened to shut down at any moment, but eventually the "sleep" prevailed and gave himself up to that feeling of cold and dark.
***
That feeling never left him cold until a familiar voice called, the call was to emphasize the continuous knocking at the door, sank more face in the pillow, and to cease when, upon contact with the surface the cool wet feeling of the pillow covered her face. Only then
noticed that the pillow was wet and his eyes still half closed, were wet.
tried to Groping beside him a minimum of physical contact, but the only thing I found was a ring of mist Daemon.
At that time, his first thought was that Daemon had forgotten to get back the ring, but then why? He did not withdraw it if ever.
Without even thinking about it further, rose, slipping quickly crumpled trousers and shirt, without even looking after the order of buttons. Once you wear the shoes catapulted to the door, meeting the face of G. The expression Guardian of the Storm, who became concerned when crossed eyes terrified of Giotto.
"Daemon, Daemon where?!" His voice trembled as her body when G. put both hands on his slender shoulders. The Guardian slightly deviated gaze, unable to look directly into the eyes of his boss, his best friend.
That simple gesture amplifies the terror that gripped firmly in Giotto the ring of the Mist in her hand in hand.
'G. What happened? "
Why not talk? Why not look at him? The Guardian of the Storm was silent for another second, the Boss trembled before him, and too many thoughts crowded into her mind still clouded by the illusion of Daemon, not to mention the pain she felt from her back down.
"He has deserted, betrayed us."
Those words brought a feeling of nausea, followed by loss, anger, sadness, pain. A deadly mixture that fell on him suddenly, like a wave crashing on a rock, then slips away, returning to be scattered in the immensity of the sea.
Daemon was just like a wave, it was given off on him, making him feel fragile but at the same time giving them that moment of fleeting happiness. Yet, despite the words of G. could not believe it was really something, would not believe it.
*** "I do not think you are suitable to be Boss of the Vongola."
Giotto did not change expression, remains a serious and inflexible in the face of Daemon, who sat on the floor, emptied of its power , of his powers, but still full of pride.
The Boss felt the gaze of his captors placed upon his shoulders, G. at his right hand trembling with anger that threatened at any moment to attack the traitor.
Only then noticed a minimum of hesitation in the eyes of Daemon, insecurity that for a moment had made him believe that the end was the Daemon had always known.
"Leave me alone with him." At the request G. sprang forward, displeased "First, do not say nonsense ..." Giotto turned to the Guardian of Storm, which diverted the eye with a line of anger when exact location of his crossed eyes authoritarian.
Without another word all the Guardians with the exception of Giotto and Daemon left the room, fell into total silence.
"I thought our ideas were the same." Giotto broke the silence has arisen, when in fact he had not stopped for even a second eye contact with each other.
Daemon laughed, for the claim that the seriousness with which the other had spoken, was thinking how naive and moralistic.
"naive, dreamy and extremely optimistic. Now I remember why I decided to follow you. "Was his reply, accompanied by a smile. Giotto did not change expression, even for a moment.
Daemon The truth was that the sea was not enough, he aspired to the ocean.
"... So this is goodbye?" Asked Giotto, without another word. Not a reason, not an attempt to debate. That thrilled her reaction left him slightly, though he knew his cool he could keep Giotto in certain situations.
"Yeah. I do not want to have anything to do with you. "
Yet it was not easy, because the fingerprints that are left will not fade into the lives that are never touched, and so would have been between them, the gestures, words had exchanged would never disappear so easily.
The truth, the raw Daemon would never have revealed that out of pride is that he was not ready to quit the sea, because he had to throw in the ocean ... deep fear of drowning.
Another truth, perhaps what was even worse was that basically he was a hopeless liar, because the words that would have meant at that time was unable to say "I love you", "I'll miss you."
Giotto but had always been more courageous than him, before a bye whispered "I forgive you '
***
" Make it yours forever. "
stared angrily the tombstone of the first. He was dead, that man of strong ideals, just as naive and too fragile to fight in a world of his dreams, he did nothing.
What sense had up to that point, when at last the only thing he achieved was the glory, when he had never really want?
This had very often accompanied in its illusions, because in that world, created especially for him ... he would never suffer, but ultimately he was responsible for his suffering.
There was one thing he knew from the start: their "love" was supported by melancholy.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Pecan Orchard For Sale
Toh, who's here? XD
Good evening! Finally I have a little 'free time, the line in fits and starts works and so I can write a short report of my trip and this fast (really cabbage, rose in a moment O_O) Christmas!
I left the twenty-second, it was about half past five in the morning and I was sleeping crack, not to mention that I did not sleep the day before, too nervous! >___\u0026lt;
I arrived at the airport by a miracle of Berlin, had not even certain Time of departure stating that there was a terrible storm and it was not safe to travel, but "luckily" I came in a time where the rain seemed to have diminished, but obviously there was delayed so I took the opportunity to write and I threw down a Daemon / Giotto (OLE out a XD).
arrived at the airport was my grandmother, my uncle and two friends waiting for: Sarah and Geneva, not seen for centuries, while we were in time for msn and then not even I recognized immediately. Q:
arrived at grandma's house after a trip by car is not indifferent (longer than air travel to be clear! 8D) I have not unpacked since the day I had to go to college, then after various pleasantries, I was at home to bring me down to speak in a German / English / Italian / nonsonemmenoiocosa because here the weather is always horrible, so it is that you can do who knows what D:
The next day I had to take the exam for admission to the Academy and was the only one (because it actually I do not think there are many poor bastard on December 23 are to take their exams, if required. XD), seems to have gone well, they are all very nice and I even met my roommate seems nice *-*
Eve I went with Sarah and some of her friends, thank God they are all people that make you feel at ease, people with whom you can talk about what you like, I wondered if the Italians were all as beautiful as Dino (LOL) and things like that! XD
Today, at Christmas, I had lunch with my grandmother and her / my (?) Family. It was not that bad, luckily it was over quickly and I was not forced to eat because there was too much to eat, so many years that I live in Italy do not think I've seen the menu so exaggerated . ° __ °
Speaking of stupid things. I hate Naoto . XD I can not move it Alauda, it Cavallone characters are beyond my reach! Q. It 's the second time that I rewrite the second page of the fic and can not unlock it. On the other hand, I started another Mukuro / Tsuna, which probably will become a long fic (OMG.), and I'll also excuse to throw Mukuro oocyte, a very good excuse; D
I bought 19 of Reborn! I refuse to approach 18. e___e - just think about who's 18, so we put in the middle of the 20th eh, I'll 18-20-19. \u0026lt;3 W logic. (?)
8D I want the new chapter of Reborn _______ LOVOGLIOPORCODINO & OMFGKYOUYA. Ok
end crap. Talking about serious things I will not describe how I am emotionally. Survive can be said? not say "Mom I want to go home! " because if it happens in your hands the hacks 8D (polite way of saying that I would like to kill.)
A special thanks to those who wrote me, telling what happened in these few days and hope This was a bit over the next few days, fortunately only work three times a week and classes will resume on ten! * ^ *
Good evening! Finally I have a little 'free time, the line in fits and starts works and so I can write a short report of my trip and this fast (really cabbage, rose in a moment O_O) Christmas!
I left the twenty-second, it was about half past five in the morning and I was sleeping crack, not to mention that I did not sleep the day before, too nervous! >___\u0026lt;
I arrived at the airport by a miracle of Berlin, had not even certain Time of departure stating that there was a terrible storm and it was not safe to travel, but "luckily" I came in a time where the rain seemed to have diminished, but obviously there was delayed so I took the opportunity to write and I threw down a Daemon / Giotto (OLE out a XD).
arrived at the airport was my grandmother, my uncle and two friends waiting for: Sarah and Geneva, not seen for centuries, while we were in time for msn and then not even I recognized immediately. Q:
arrived at grandma's house after a trip by car is not indifferent (longer than air travel to be clear! 8D) I have not unpacked since the day I had to go to college, then after various pleasantries, I was at home to bring me down to speak in a German / English / Italian / nonsonemmenoiocosa because here the weather is always horrible, so it is that you can do who knows what D:
The next day I had to take the exam for admission to the Academy and was the only one (because it actually I do not think there are many poor bastard on December 23 are to take their exams, if required. XD), seems to have gone well, they are all very nice and I even met my roommate seems nice *-*
Eve I went with Sarah and some of her friends, thank God they are all people that make you feel at ease, people with whom you can talk about what you like, I wondered if the Italians were all as beautiful as Dino (LOL) and things like that! XD
Today, at Christmas, I had lunch with my grandmother and her / my (?) Family. It was not that bad, luckily it was over quickly and I was not forced to eat because there was too much to eat, so many years that I live in Italy do not think I've seen the menu so exaggerated . ° __ °
Speaking of stupid things. I hate Naoto . XD I can not move it Alauda, it Cavallone characters are beyond my reach! Q. It 's the second time that I rewrite the second page of the fic and can not unlock it. On the other hand, I started another Mukuro / Tsuna, which probably will become a long fic (OMG.), and I'll also excuse to throw Mukuro oocyte, a very good excuse; D
I bought 19 of Reborn! I refuse to approach 18. e___e - just think about who's 18, so we put in the middle of the 20th eh, I'll 18-20-19. \u0026lt;3 W logic. (?)
8D I want the new chapter of Reborn _______ LOVOGLIOPORCODINO & OMFGKYOUYA. Ok
end crap. Talking about serious things I will not describe how I am emotionally. Survive can be said? not say "Mom I want to go home! " because if it happens in your hands the hacks 8D (polite way of saying that I would like to kill.)
A special thanks to those who wrote me, telling what happened in these few days and hope This was a bit over the next few days, fortunately only work three times a week and classes will resume on ten! * ^ *
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Warhammer 40k Tabletop Online
FBI and CSI
Today I wanted to hurt myself with the usual fic written randomly choosing a pair without really needing a fandom. In fact we are in the world of CSI but I can not tell you how I understand it, maybe just because it says the author. You
ire_manga and found HERE.
Today I wanted to hurt myself with the usual fic written randomly choosing a pair without really needing a fandom. In fact we are in the world of CSI but I can not tell you how I understand it, maybe just because it says the author. You
ire_manga and found HERE.
The two lovers attract of ire_manga (And I do not know if the subjunctive is wanted, like, "What the two lovers attract" a mo & rsquo ; to spell potteriana invoice or if the author intended "Attract" and then I wonder, with all the goodness of Christmas that comes over me, but that fucking title ...?)
ff This speaks of the couple that I adore Cath Gil- (E here ... The problem, as always, is to write something vaguely plausible, acceptable, grammatically correct and sensible! For heaven's sake ... Once again I do not know if this is a fake because I do not understand anymore. It seems so impossible to get to write some nonsense that now my little head takes refuge in the remote possibility that all have nothing better to do than write shit to make jokes on the people of fanfic readers. And I know that this is not humanly possible. So I leave to you the difficult decision: ire_manga also there is or there is?)
(Oh, you only have to explain that this is a fic on CSI, the main series, and the pair we're going to hear is the unlikely Grissom / Willows. do not worry if you've never seen the show because you know that even our authors have never seen an episode of the series on which then write. Just know that we are facing an investigation team, so imagine it, these investigators talented and brilliant, so to speak)
We find the team LV (Las Vegas. Mica he could write full, not write extended not even the names of the characters ...) forced to undergo an internal investigation by the federal investigating Gil and Cath for not having found the clues (But I think that at least some of the keywords argument should learn them. if you write about Harry Potter type the key words are magic, wand, broom, and prick, but if you write on CSI you have to learn clues, I-no-trace, and crime scene investigator) a murder also sought from them. (Eh, murders are sought, of course, then when you find them you can start to investigate)
After a series of lengthy interrogations, the group found in the laboratory of Greg to discuss the case, (But why in the laboratory of Greg? is a common agreement to use the workshop as a venue for the meetings?) Grissom begins to tell why this is happening. (And the others have been subjected to interrogation without knowing why were questioned? Or just have questioned Gil and Cath and now they go to tell all the guys of the survey? I do not know if you can do.)
- on which they investigate the murder only affects me, and Cath and brings the two of us working together at the beginning of our journey, in fact about 20 years ago (So the I hope others have not been questioned about it, do not come much) Cath had been placed in tandem with me and soon we had a very complicated case connected with FBI .- (What a strange property is hours an individual to himself)
-What about? - Churches Greg (Point) (Greg asks questions that could lead to sad explanations)
Cath, who until now (I do not know what to sign, if l & rsquo ; adverb jars or switching from one tense to another like a holiday) remained silent takes word, saying ("Verbs of these last two sentences could kill a child, we investigate instead of talking about this shit! ")
- The case involved a serial rapist who had already had 10 victims, so FBI said (A dear friend, FBI) (But come on, but even if you ear plugs so you can talk about watching a thriller. ... The FBI said the FBI is not entity) to act as bait to catch the man but I I fell into his trap and if it was not for .. I would not be here Gil- (Apart from the verbs tralasciamoli ... EVER. The first point, I would like to know when the FBI takes a laboratory technician who is Catherine and uses it as bait to catch a rapist. Actually I want to know since the FBI take any person and uses it as bait ... Anyway, the second point, why tell this story with all this pathos and terms of this research? Catherine seems to suddenly become a lamb bleating. Point three, has a nice face to come to investigate the FBI accusing you of inaccuracy when his fault-FBI-you were about to be killed. Fourthly, you fall into his trap? But the meaning of "bait" you know?)
Cath looked down (shame he had set a trap in which she has fallen) and the others remained upset by the story, (And you think. All right that Greg has seen little to upset her performances. I hate Greg) all except Gil. (familiar with the problems of Catherine and, indeed, he himself was warmly recommend it to FBI as bait, saying "the FBI, a former stripper as bait for a rapist ... what do you say? A deal?") fact it was he who had found Cath dying, (Ah, I really thought that he was proposing it as bait) raped and beaten and had cared for until she was better. (What a beautiful scene, congratulations. I always struggle to understand why we should necessarily do bad things happen to characters in a series, I find it hard to understand why certain authors to the feeling should always be born in desperate conditions and total psychological breakdown so as to cause you to wonder if the two lovers have not been forced by circumstances to fall into each other's arms. They can not love each other because they are cute and smart, no, one must have been raped and beaten up because of FBI-and the other must prove a strong compassion and a trickle of guilt against the colleague) (And then what will be the time that must pass through a raped and beaten for "being better"?)
While thinking of the story (Good memories) Cath the look with a look of understanding, because even she was thinking the same thing. (FBI had to suffer and pay for so what did he do?)
was born so their friendship / love (Friendship / Love is a feeling of the most controversial of the century. Not You never know if you get there to fuck or be making braid) and lasted for more than 20 years, (Think of that difficulty) but now everything was putting into play their feelings (FBI was investigating Why?) as if they finally decide to its reporting eternal love. (BUT WHY? Who told you? "Based on what? FBI interrogates them about a rapist, then I do not know if it's just whether or rapist is also murderess, my fault I guess, and Grissom and Catherine DICH think of as everlasting love? FBI interrogate me I have to go before I say that to a I love him? How much work ...)
After the meeting, which had not clarified the situation with a young CSI, (And what do you clarify? You said just bullshit) (Only the young CSI. But all the acronyms used as more ; to like it?) Gil and Cath were going home to Gil, the first on her to allow her to take a little 'clothes, (First of Gil from the first or her?) Cath where he spent the rest days. (And it sounds like a death sentence) (Let me understand: the involvement of FBI allowed the two to take the formal decision to share an apartment? As usual, I wonder why I use these grandiose plots absolutely free of any study on the topic just to say that two idiot going to live or decide to get married. You can not write her, raped and tortured twenty years before he is cared for by colleague / friend / lover who over the years does not seem that but it is. Finally he goes home to take her clothes-which is always of vital importance, I dare say-and then to his house where he remained for the rest of the days in which to live) (add: that squalor)
arrived at the home of Gil, Cath went at once to take a shower while Gil began to prepare dinner for them both. (dare I say it was better when they spoke to FBI and unsolved cases absurd because in the hands of incompetents) (That was not incompetent before the writing of this fic, of course)
Cath came out of the shower, ( Beware the precious details that well from here on out will have the opportunity to taste) dried hair (How strange, I thought if I held the hope of wet peck pneumonia or a better neuralgia) and went ; by Gil who had just finished dinner, (mean to eat? He forgot about her that is because they are three hours in the shower. He had dinner, washed the dishes and went to bed. Now she appears before him, he gets scared and shoots) ate in almost total silence, (Aaaah, the joy of CSI) then settled on the couch where they talked about any subject without ever mentioning the case. (Before you eat, then sit on the couch and start to talk about the mating rituals of the chinchilla, the rainy season in the northern hemisphere, how much free memory has the hard drive ... Grissom) About two hours after
(two hours talking about any subject, think ...) Cath said she was tired and wanted to sleep (And he sent her to fuck off, she and chinchilla) so you settled on the couch, (That's nice. They live and sleep on her sofa, large improvement) shortly after Gil, who was still asleep, she started looking Cath. (She is curled up on the couch or did he really dumped there, and then went to bed, unable to sleep, he returned to see if she was dead or not?)
In quell'instanti (But yes, go. Inventiamoci demonstration of the new pluralism. If we do not know the right ones just take a singular and put the "i" instead of "or") (And the word is that after the need is there to write it correctly if I have already amply demonstrated he does not know Italian? I did thirty, thirty-do) Gil thought he was lucky to love a woman so strong, (He's lucky to love it, not to be reciprocated, though) determined and at the same time very sweet, just at that moment he woke up saying Cath (Punctuation? We have vomited on it?)
- Why are you watching me? - (What superpower has Cath? If he was asleep how do you wake up saying something?)
- Perhè 're so beautiful when you sleep .... - (When you're awake but you make me a bit 'crap)
- Gil sure what you say ?!?!- (I have an infrared camera that kind of Big Brother that when I sleep resumes and Gil, I assure you that when I saw the movie I threw up from the suck. You looked at me right? How do you say I'm fine, sorry, do not see that crap is this?) (Now tell me what is the woman who would respond to a compliment like "Are you sure about that?")
- It , (He responds well, do not spit in my eye) I can finally tell you ...- (He says that it sucks?) approaching Cath - I love you, from the first moment I saw you, (He was afraid to say it until now because he was not sure that you place in the house to house? Or had to wait for a call from FBI?) because I've always nearby, because you're the only woman I know who the real Gil, who knows how to comfort me with that one smile, one that ... . - (The reasons go on for hours, then Gil went to their favorite subject, chinchillas, and finally, after another five hours, Cath Gil still starved because he had forgotten to feed her. FBI investigated but got bored after five minutes and all other accused CSI-to-40 scale not know how to play, so to accuse them of something)
- Shhhh ... (asthma?) not speak more (What I want to kill you) let me to take the next step- (What would stab him? Give him a bite on the hand? A head ?)
He approached him and placed his lips (the lips, of course) on her with great gentleness, (After twenty years this is the next step? I was right to Just fuck it by Gil) without any form of passion only pure feeling, (But beautiful! That issue has the passion, sex and all things worth living for certain writers? A kiss without passion sucks ... and feeling as if there is to be no passion? This phrase is a contradiction in terms) so the two moved from the couch to the bed and then .... (But if there was no passion! The kiss without passion but then they mate)
the morning he woke Gil (And you forgot again that Catherine was at home. Rammed sheets out the window and fell to the Cath 46 stories below) and looked beside him to if the only woman he loved and that she would love forever. (His mother. That said, "Gil, why do not you get a good girl to marry now that you're old?")
Saturday, December 18, 2010
39 Weeks Pregnant And Dark Stool
D18} {Fanfic: "Precious Things"
Title: Precious Things
Pairing: Dino Cavallone D18 {x}
Hibari Kyouya Rating: PG
Notes & Warnings: Melancholy, What If?, Death ! TYL Character, Shounen-ai
D18Day Happy!
*** On the morning of December 18, Hibari was in Italy for the Christmas holidays, when Dino was still alive often went together to bring flowers on the graves of the parents of the largest, had never had the opportunity to know them but out of respect he did, even after the death of Dino had continued what had already become a veritable ritual.
"Thank you for entrusting me with your son." Muttered in an Italian a bit 'unsafe, leaning toward the two plaques to replace the two worn out with two new candles.
He stared for a few seconds and then putting the flames burning red eyes on the stone immediately to the side, slightly morose.
replaced the dried flowers with a bouquet of carnations, without changing expression even once, keeping the lips pressed into a thin line, his hands in his pockets and his eyes focused on the stone, his tombstone.
"But you do not deserve thanks, you left me alone. You took my heart and my pride and you're gone. "
mere protocol, a way as any to not to admit that after all he was missing, perhaps too much.
Her every look, every phrase, precious things.
"Kyouya you marry me?" Dino asked him with a lighthearted tone, as he stared at the horizon: the fire burned intensely red sky reflecting in the calm waters of the sea. There was a slight breeze, the background voices of some children in the distance, accompanied by their parents to enjoy those last days of summer.
that question the dark frowned, she hated that way of making the Dino, he could say things more embarrassing with a naturalness out of the ordinary, the opposite of him in short.
"We are two men, do not say nonsense."
Hibari was getting pretty direct in saying what he thought, plus he never takes seriously Dino, when he did other things, but it was certainly not the ' love.
The blond laughed, taking a hand in the pocket of his denim jacket he wore, extracting a small box, once opened, turned out to contain a small ring with a small stone opal embedded in it.
expression showed that Hibari was definitely pleasant, so that he missed out on a fun laugh. The boy took his eyes dark ring first, then disbelief on the face of the other, at the same time confused and surprised by the gesture of the other, which, even if you do not see ... I gave appreciated.
"You're just a stupid herbivore, this will not change anything." Deviated gaze, but Dino also noticed a hint of redness on the face of Hibari.
took the hand of the dark and slowly slid the ring on the ring, without taking even a moment to look from his. Kyouya's hand trembled slightly, as did every time he touched him more firmly than usual, so he tried to be as reassuring as possible.
"I take you as my husband, I promise to be faithful to you always, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health and to love and honor you all the days of my life ... "
Dino swore in a low voice, accompanying the last word with a slight smile. A smile that even today when he tried to imagine, it hurt.
'... till death do us part. "
The blond grabbed the dark face gently in his hands, noticing a slight sense of bewilderment in the eyes of Hibari, slipped an arm around her shoulders to reassure . She kissed him, noting first a bit 'of uncertainty that is not reserved for ever to conceal, even then the Moor returned the contact, clenching his little fists on the chest of Dino. Feeling a little dizzy, but still enjoyable.
I let you guide to lead me elsewhere,
because I expect other concerns, new perils, other tests.
Will I hear your voice even if he is silent,
I'll be able to forward them in places without light, amid
faces ever seen, tricks of illusionists
remember this: I exist because you exist.
Donate feelings, love ... it was never his forte, then set aside the pride!
Dino despite everything he had always accepted what was, in later years do not meet very often, indeed because of commitments with their families, often traveled Dino Italy, while Kyouya remained in Japan.
Their relationship turned into a series of letters, phone calls, gifts (the latter especially to Dino Hibari.) Visits and in the meantime time, a report in short distance.
I will never forget that time when you were not there when the last act was in fact the first of my thoughts.
Family came first.
The duties came first.
Hibari Yet he found himself in a time when he felt the need to be put on top of these things, Dino. Behavior a bit 'selfish for a man of twenty-two years; Dino on the other hand he was afraid of choking another with his character, even if he had to admit that at that time had changed considerably, even tried to accuse the fact that Romario and his men.
Nobody had asked him to change, let alone Hibari often complain that in spite of his character too extrovert, he had never insisted on changing it.
At that moment he realized that Hibari Dino was a prisoner of a world that forced him to be the person who was not a prisoner of the mark, the tattoo that covered part of his body ... a prisoner of a role that had been obliged to take.
I remember well the times when Dino told him that as a boy when his father died he had felt fear, perhaps even resentful, when the inheritance he had received all his power, forcing it to become boss of the then Cavallone.
Hibari had always done everything his own way without listening to others, he did not know what it was, even against Dino and his feelings had never been carried away more than they should ... or at least, had avoided doing publicly.
After the death of Dino came to close, suppressing his feelings, perhaps more than before. When he was alone instead get to do things he never did, screaming and crying in frustration, cursing him for having given him after all, after having promised the moon was dead at the end ... even in a pathetic second Kyouya, considering what the other was strong.
costs Tears looking for a way, precious things.
knelt in front of the headstone, prolonging the arm forward, toward the plaque.
He touched his name engraved, the last memories he had left of him - the last His memory land.
suddenly rose to his feet, a suspicious noise had attracted his attention, his eye fell on a dog breed Labrador, staring at him from who knows how many minutes sitting nearby.
She stared at him for a couple of minutes, seeing something familiar in her look, but shook his head thinking how stupid it was the thought of seeing the look of a person in a dog.
The puppy approached the boy, loving to do with rubbing his head against his hand and licking her fingers. Tickled by the gesture, Kyouya let out a small smile, stroking his back.
"Dino! Dino Where are you? "In the distance the voice of an elderly woman caught his eye and heard the name instinctively raised her eyes, looking around - there was an expression on his face, surprise, almost hopeful.
What a fool.
The puppy to the call of the woman began to bark as if to attract his attention, at Kyouya who rose up with the intent to leave, but when she approached the grave of bringing Cavallone first look on the tombstone of Dino, Hibari then decided to stay.
"He was someone you know?" Asked the old woman, suddenly in Japanese Kyouya frowned, initially reluctant to speak with the woman, but then nodded.
"This dog is almost a year running here, running away from my house every day ... and I find it near the tombstone of the man, so I decided to call it Dino." He explained, despite the Moor had not asked for anything, she said the puppy with one eye: he was stopped for a moment had arrived to fix Hibari.
"It seems like the gentleman ... why not take him away with it?" He asked with a smile at the good, Kyouya looked back on the puppy seemed to understand the words of the woman and began to wag its tail , when it came to animals became quite sensitive, so after a brief exchange of looks (yes, with the dog.) nodded.
During the return trip to Japan several times had the feeling that puppy know him ... for some time. If it was thanks to fate or chance is probably not one would ever know, but when he saw the puppy stumbling dizzily on the front door of his house, a strange feeling took over in him ... even Dino happen often.
be tied to the past, someone who is no more perhaps it was foolish to herbivores, and certainly not by Hibari Kyouya ... but he needed someone to be able to hold on, a hold, support.
"... in fact not" till death do us part "... but" forever "."
Sometimes the promises kept, that stupid Cavallone.
Title: Precious Things
Pairing: Dino Cavallone D18 {x}
Hibari Kyouya Rating: PG
Notes & Warnings: Melancholy, What If?, Death ! TYL Character, Shounen-ai
D18Day Happy!
December 18.
A marble plaque, that's what's left of him.
A marble plaque, a ring and a broken promise.
A marble plaque, that's what's left of him.
A marble plaque, a ring and a broken promise.
Dino passed away exactly one year ago during a mission as one to protect a child during a clash between the Family and a Family Cavallone opponent. As a result of a gunshot wound his condition had gradually deteriorated and finally, without even suffer particularly, it was off.
No one saw her last moments as Dino himself had asked to be alone, strange to his nature, he loved being around people, had left a message, however, had clearly stated that the only one who could it was Kyouya.
Unfortunately when Kyouya returned from a long mission of almost an entire week, Dino had already died.
The funeral was celebrated in his native land of Dino, Italy, and was present in the whole Vongola Family as well as other numerous and important Mafia families. The Boss of Cavallone post remained vacant for a long time, Dino had neither wife nor children, so the role fell to a cousin who unlike him had less suited to that place and could not make it to the Family as the Tenth Boss had done it.
Hibari had continued to live as if nothing had happened, the people around him could not find any difference in his behavior of any kind in his feelings. Yamamoto still remember his expression cold and impassive at the funeral, Hibari was not a person who could have easily reveal his feelings, he had never done with anyone else outside of Dino and other times with Tsunayoshi Sawada, because Tsuna said as- Hibari same-did nothing but stick their nose into others' affairs, so he felt almost obliged to speak and say that he did not want any kind of special treatment because "there was a woman who had lost her husband in war."
Although visited by several years, Hibari had never been able to say that he and Dino were "together" even though it was quite evident in the eyes of others. Initially their relationship was left in doubt by many people: Hibari was a student of the medium, Dino was much bigger than him, but there were those such as Tsuna that paid no attention to these Special bigots ... was really thanks to Dino if Hibari - albeit in his own way - had started to open his heart more.
No one saw her last moments as Dino himself had asked to be alone, strange to his nature, he loved being around people, had left a message, however, had clearly stated that the only one who could it was Kyouya.
Unfortunately when Kyouya returned from a long mission of almost an entire week, Dino had already died.
The funeral was celebrated in his native land of Dino, Italy, and was present in the whole Vongola Family as well as other numerous and important Mafia families. The Boss of Cavallone post remained vacant for a long time, Dino had neither wife nor children, so the role fell to a cousin who unlike him had less suited to that place and could not make it to the Family as the Tenth Boss had done it.
Hibari had continued to live as if nothing had happened, the people around him could not find any difference in his behavior of any kind in his feelings. Yamamoto still remember his expression cold and impassive at the funeral, Hibari was not a person who could have easily reveal his feelings, he had never done with anyone else outside of Dino and other times with Tsunayoshi Sawada, because Tsuna said as- Hibari same-did nothing but stick their nose into others' affairs, so he felt almost obliged to speak and say that he did not want any kind of special treatment because "there was a woman who had lost her husband in war."
Although visited by several years, Hibari had never been able to say that he and Dino were "together" even though it was quite evident in the eyes of others. Initially their relationship was left in doubt by many people: Hibari was a student of the medium, Dino was much bigger than him, but there were those such as Tsuna that paid no attention to these Special bigots ... was really thanks to Dino if Hibari - albeit in his own way - had started to open his heart more.
*** On the morning of December 18, Hibari was in Italy for the Christmas holidays, when Dino was still alive often went together to bring flowers on the graves of the parents of the largest, had never had the opportunity to know them but out of respect he did, even after the death of Dino had continued what had already become a veritable ritual.
"Thank you for entrusting me with your son." Muttered in an Italian a bit 'unsafe, leaning toward the two plaques to replace the two worn out with two new candles.
He stared for a few seconds and then putting the flames burning red eyes on the stone immediately to the side, slightly morose.
replaced the dried flowers with a bouquet of carnations, without changing expression even once, keeping the lips pressed into a thin line, his hands in his pockets and his eyes focused on the stone, his tombstone.
"But you do not deserve thanks, you left me alone. You took my heart and my pride and you're gone. "
mere protocol, a way as any to not to admit that after all he was missing, perhaps too much.
Her every look, every phrase, precious things.
***
"Kyouya you marry me?" Dino asked him with a lighthearted tone, as he stared at the horizon: the fire burned intensely red sky reflecting in the calm waters of the sea. There was a slight breeze, the background voices of some children in the distance, accompanied by their parents to enjoy those last days of summer.
that question the dark frowned, she hated that way of making the Dino, he could say things more embarrassing with a naturalness out of the ordinary, the opposite of him in short.
"We are two men, do not say nonsense."
Hibari was getting pretty direct in saying what he thought, plus he never takes seriously Dino, when he did other things, but it was certainly not the ' love.
The blond laughed, taking a hand in the pocket of his denim jacket he wore, extracting a small box, once opened, turned out to contain a small ring with a small stone opal embedded in it.
expression showed that Hibari was definitely pleasant, so that he missed out on a fun laugh. The boy took his eyes dark ring first, then disbelief on the face of the other, at the same time confused and surprised by the gesture of the other, which, even if you do not see ... I gave appreciated.
"You're just a stupid herbivore, this will not change anything." Deviated gaze, but Dino also noticed a hint of redness on the face of Hibari.
took the hand of the dark and slowly slid the ring on the ring, without taking even a moment to look from his. Kyouya's hand trembled slightly, as did every time he touched him more firmly than usual, so he tried to be as reassuring as possible.
"I take you as my husband, I promise to be faithful to you always, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health and to love and honor you all the days of my life ... "
Dino swore in a low voice, accompanying the last word with a slight smile. A smile that even today when he tried to imagine, it hurt.
'... till death do us part. "
The blond grabbed the dark face gently in his hands, noticing a slight sense of bewilderment in the eyes of Hibari, slipped an arm around her shoulders to reassure . She kissed him, noting first a bit 'of uncertainty that is not reserved for ever to conceal, even then the Moor returned the contact, clenching his little fists on the chest of Dino. Feeling a little dizzy, but still enjoyable.
I let you guide to lead me elsewhere,
because I expect other concerns, new perils, other tests.
Will I hear your voice even if he is silent,
I'll be able to forward them in places without light, amid
faces ever seen, tricks of illusionists
remember this: I exist because you exist.
***
Donate feelings, love ... it was never his forte, then set aside the pride!
Dino despite everything he had always accepted what was, in later years do not meet very often, indeed because of commitments with their families, often traveled Dino Italy, while Kyouya remained in Japan.
Their relationship turned into a series of letters, phone calls, gifts (the latter especially to Dino Hibari.) Visits and in the meantime time, a report in short distance.
I will never forget that time when you were not there when the last act was in fact the first of my thoughts.
Family came first.
The duties came first.
Hibari Yet he found himself in a time when he felt the need to be put on top of these things, Dino. Behavior a bit 'selfish for a man of twenty-two years; Dino on the other hand he was afraid of choking another with his character, even if he had to admit that at that time had changed considerably, even tried to accuse the fact that Romario and his men.
Nobody had asked him to change, let alone Hibari often complain that in spite of his character too extrovert, he had never insisted on changing it.
At that moment he realized that Hibari Dino was a prisoner of a world that forced him to be the person who was not a prisoner of the mark, the tattoo that covered part of his body ... a prisoner of a role that had been obliged to take.
I remember well the times when Dino told him that as a boy when his father died he had felt fear, perhaps even resentful, when the inheritance he had received all his power, forcing it to become boss of the then Cavallone.
Hibari had always done everything his own way without listening to others, he did not know what it was, even against Dino and his feelings had never been carried away more than they should ... or at least, had avoided doing publicly.
After the death of Dino came to close, suppressing his feelings, perhaps more than before. When he was alone instead get to do things he never did, screaming and crying in frustration, cursing him for having given him after all, after having promised the moon was dead at the end ... even in a pathetic second Kyouya, considering what the other was strong.
costs Tears looking for a way, precious things.
***
knelt in front of the headstone, prolonging the arm forward, toward the plaque.
He touched his name engraved, the last memories he had left of him - the last His memory land.
suddenly rose to his feet, a suspicious noise had attracted his attention, his eye fell on a dog breed Labrador, staring at him from who knows how many minutes sitting nearby.
She stared at him for a couple of minutes, seeing something familiar in her look, but shook his head thinking how stupid it was the thought of seeing the look of a person in a dog.
The puppy approached the boy, loving to do with rubbing his head against his hand and licking her fingers. Tickled by the gesture, Kyouya let out a small smile, stroking his back.
"Dino! Dino Where are you? "In the distance the voice of an elderly woman caught his eye and heard the name instinctively raised her eyes, looking around - there was an expression on his face, surprise, almost hopeful.
What a fool.
The puppy to the call of the woman began to bark as if to attract his attention, at Kyouya who rose up with the intent to leave, but when she approached the grave of bringing Cavallone first look on the tombstone of Dino, Hibari then decided to stay.
"He was someone you know?" Asked the old woman, suddenly in Japanese Kyouya frowned, initially reluctant to speak with the woman, but then nodded.
"This dog is almost a year running here, running away from my house every day ... and I find it near the tombstone of the man, so I decided to call it Dino." He explained, despite the Moor had not asked for anything, she said the puppy with one eye: he was stopped for a moment had arrived to fix Hibari.
"It seems like the gentleman ... why not take him away with it?" He asked with a smile at the good, Kyouya looked back on the puppy seemed to understand the words of the woman and began to wag its tail , when it came to animals became quite sensitive, so after a brief exchange of looks (yes, with the dog.) nodded.
During the return trip to Japan several times had the feeling that puppy know him ... for some time. If it was thanks to fate or chance is probably not one would ever know, but when he saw the puppy stumbling dizzily on the front door of his house, a strange feeling took over in him ... even Dino happen often.
be tied to the past, someone who is no more perhaps it was foolish to herbivores, and certainly not by Hibari Kyouya ... but he needed someone to be able to hold on, a hold, support.
"... in fact not" till death do us part "... but" forever "."
Sometimes the promises kept, that stupid Cavallone.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
What Does Pizzle Mean
Giotto Fanfic} {Daemon x 21 grams - the weight of the soul + Fanfic OST
Title: 21 grams - the weight of the soul.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Daemon Spade x Giotto
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Notes & Warnings: Pre-betrayal of Swords Angst, Melancholy, Shounen-ai.
incitement of G. and any two men, Giotto raised once again the elbow, reaching the glass to his lips and allow the alcohol down her throat and then finally, leaning nonchalantly on the table without bothering to look these - one separately.
see the smile of Daemon Swords albeit hidden from the glass closer to her lips from time to time, it was pretty easy and I thank that little bit of lucidity and merely had to throw a little look 'just to make him angry guess who was still angry.
To understand what happened between the two must go back several hours.
Giotto had just come home a long three-day mission with G. Rather tired and with several injuries on the body which he had obtained during a confrontation with the Boss of the Family Cavallone, with whom he was not harmonious relations in that period. He had never been the kind of person who preferred to turn an ordinary event like signing a treaty in a fight, but that Cavallone could always bring out the worst of him, taking advantage of the fact that Giotto was still a pretty young guy, with the ideals , but still young.
Discharged G. closed in the room, took off his coat winter nervously threw on the nearest chair followed soon after by the pinstripe jacket. While unbuttoned his shirt, Noting the obvious signs of a mirror to what was thinner at that time, he realized he had laid on him a look.
Needless to say, not much tried to imagine who it was, his eyes were immediately fell on Daemon's face in the mirror staring at him with a satisfied smile on his face.
"Welcome back Boss'. Without even a minimum of hesitation Daemon came, bringing his hands on his shoulders to help him slip off his shirt torn to shreds on several sides of the sleeves, Giotto let him without taking even for a glance at the mirror noticing the expression the other that he was perfectly at ease, unlike his own.
"Recently I talked with G. ... So to speak is like shooting big ... "a face had distorted his face, it was known that he and G. can not stand, or more likely was G. Daemon could not stand the dark and then the feeling became mutual, "I said that eventually the Cavallone have decided to become our allies."
Daemon was always the first to become interested in spite of the bureaucracy and would prefer to deal with Giotto in person more often than they did consult the Guardian Fog of intuition to give him good advice.
"So apparently, although I must admit that it did not seem very convinced." He admitted with a sigh, the blonde, the other away in search of a new shirt.
Before he realized he found himself a Daemon arm around his waist that removed him from the chest that he had tried in vain to reach, letting his hand wrapped in glove on a wound surface, which forced response to Giotto squint suppressing a groan of pain.
"First you should treat your wounds." The His hand had reached the face of Giotto, slowly touching it with the back and finally let the other turns to him.
A quick exchange of glances made sense to Daemon that there was something wrong in the other, beyond the physical discomfort seemed to suffer morally.
"At this moment I would just go to bed and sleep for at least nine hours, I think that might be enough ..." the blond murmured with a slight smile on his lips, Daemon had pushed the hand that still held pressed against lives of others and turning to look at physical barest to what Giotto had never been.
"Are you still lost weight." He looked, this time on her face there was any kind of derisive expression, even in his eyes you could almost see a light shine concern.
Giotto in the meantime had first worn the black shirt he found in the closet, look elsewhere as if to ignore the words of others, his thoughts had turned elsewhere.
"Watch your back, your not all men are worthy of your trust. Some people will treat you like a brother, who though far away will protect you, who will try deep respect and may even be someone willing to betray you. "
while returning from a mission old beggar had read the papers, Giotto did not believe in that sort of thing, but unexpectedly had guessed several elements of his life, and that sentence in particular had blown away. He knew that the chosen route was not easy, but because of that revelation was asked how it was possible that some of his companions would betray him when we were all sworn eternal friendship.
"I repeat that I am just tired, and I want to sleep ..." The flow of words was interrupted by the lips of the other which came to rest on his overbearing, leaving it for a few seconds displaced.
Daemon himself surprises of his act, finding himself staring at the shocked face of the boss but could not find a way to unlock.
The answer came soon after by Giotto himself, a slap in the face that brought the dark to the present: the cheek ached and the frown of the blonde.
"Do not try anymore," said Boss of the Vongola blushing slightly, slightly serious tone of voice and eyes a bit 'shiny a vision is not an everyday word.
Daemon from his sensibility put her hand on his forehead, to hold back a laugh and make fun setting with Giotto. She laughed often moments of his stall or embarrassment, it was pretty obvious that he did it with style.
From the point of view Giotto preferred that their relationship was like that, rather than when they quarreled or their ideas - often different, despite Daemon had some insight into different camps are contrasted, though there was to say that Daemon's ideas conflicted with those of most of the group.
***
He saw Giotto more throughout the day, let alone liked to see him.
the evening, however, that advantage was Christmas Eve, the entire group decided to go out to dinner and then go for a drink in a warm place, like another excuse for those who had not forget to have a family or a family who had it but preferred not to spend the holidays.
During a modest drinking contest Lightning was the first to succumb, gradually followed by others. Eventually the three to stand were Giotto, G. Daemon and, although it was pretty evident the close rendering of Giotto.
Shortly before midnight Boss blond took leave rather unnerved by the behavior of Daemon, even annoyed by his look that he did not hesitate to fall upon him.
The Guardian of the Mist had done the same for some time following a certain distance from each other that swayed slightly, while holding on to time for close to a wall of a house or relying on the first obstacle that presented itself.
In a sense, saw him walking by himself, shrugging his shoulders in an attempt to warm up in the coat was a vision that would never have expected to see, especially because he was accustomed to seeing Giotto surrounded by people, sure himself, as if illuminated by a light that he issued.
But there it is: just a drunk walking in the dark.
It was a lifestyle that suited Daemon thought, increasing the pace of steps to approach faster to Giotto, the exact moment when she saw him slip to the ground, scraping her hands what happens to children when he was still unsure of their steps or inattentive ... lose balance and fall.
"Giotto," So he went, Giotto when he recognized the voice tried in every way to rise to his feet, ignoring the hand that had offered Daemon.
The snow began to fall gentle, whitening the landscape around it.
An old bell tolls midnight, the chimes echoed in absolute silence ...
The snow was red.
there were red stains on the snow.
Those spots were blood red.
The blood came from the body of Giotto.
Daemon's hands instinctively went to unbutton the coat of blonde at the moment acted without even thinking about releasing it from the casing and identifying with his eyes the wound that had grazed on the morning ... only now it was open and bleeding.
"... You! You're really stupid and will die a fool! "He could not think of anything but that, I screamed in my face the other trying to hide the shaking - shaking choking - behind the clouds condensed air that were created with every breath because of the cold.
it meant absolutely no first aid was limited then to improvise a bandage by tearing a flap of his shirt in the vacant look of a silent sufferer and Giotto.
"A hospital ..." he murmured to himself, grabbing their arms between the body of the smaller, but Giotto's arm shook with bullying the other, shaking his head.
"I want to stay here. I want to see snow. "Muttered breathing lie down but pointing to a relaxed smile, as if this was enough to calm Daemon.
thoughts crowd the mind is like a swollen river threatened to turn into sharp words, transform the hatred she felt for him into something else seemed to be impossible, but it's in that state made her feel something very close to the fear or concern.
He received his request to build better self, as the snow continued to fall slowly, partially covering the shoulders of a pure white coat as Daemon. He wondered if that was the plan from the beginning of Giotto: A day like any other die alone, far from all, he wondered why a person like Giotto certainly not loved by all but a person worthy of respect had so decided to put an end.
«Ventun grammi. Lo sai cos'è Giotto? Il peso corporeo che perde una persona alla morte ... la vita umana, l'anima ha davvero così poco valore? Dai davvero così poco valore alla tua vita?» Domandò il moro dopo alcuni minuti in completo silenzio, obbligando l’altro ad incontrare il suo sguardo.
«Non sono forte come te.» La sua voce suonò fievole, la sua mano stringeva con più forza il braccio dell’altro come se gli stesse cercando di dire “Non lasciarmi.”
«La storia dei ventun grammi … really believe? "He asked after a while ', turning our gaze a bit' empty response to Daemon that watched him, his face pale, dark circles that stressed, his eyes slightly narrowed.
"Let's say that is scientifically proven ... but in the end we give a value to our lives ... I think. He seemed uncertain, it actually was.
How much is the life of a liar then?
now had both lost track of time. Giotto stood in silence, with an eye toward the other, toward the snow continued to fall.
"Giotto withdrawn while you're on time." Daemon muttered. Giotto was not looking, he had just uttered those words without thinking. He had bet the look on his face, smiling slightly.
"If I do ... you take away my soul?" That question had surprised, shaking inside.
Why could always take him off guard?
Why did continue to have second thoughts?
Giotto's body was so cold, his face so pale and gaunt, his hands shook so small even his arm. The only defense that he knew was his best form, the smile of derision.
wanted to hold his hand, wished to see him fall.
wanted to stay at his side but he also wanted to betray him.
wanted to hate him but he could not help but hide his feelings, because love was much stronger than hate.
"You're really more ... stupid than I thought. "At the edge of exasperation Daemon had stood up, bringing with it Giotto, still clasped in his arms.
His eyes sported perseverance despite Giotto continued to look at him with a smile on his lips, because God hated him!
He had always thought that Giotto was a weak, but now showed himself to be. Would not it have come out to follow him, he should not have curargli that wound ... in doing so did nothing but increase his problems.
"Yeah. Tell me about it often. Even though I'm stupid, I have a kiss? " A request
nothing short of remarkable.
Daemon slammed a few times the eyelids, leading to the questioning look Giotto, he looked at him with an expression of quiet without saying a word.
"What is it? Today you do not go well and now you ask me? "In his words had marked quite well the irony that it reserved the right never to hide, but at the same time his eyes were on the lips of the other, in a curved smile.
"I'm drunk, Daemon."
The dark was for some second displaced by that statement, usually a drunk person really does not admit it to be ... or maybe it was not always like this?
"What's bothering you so much, Giotto?" He asked leaning on the face of the other, striving to maintain the balance to drop it, Giotto returned the look by placing the lips on those of ' Another boy, a silent request for abandonment.
The Boss of the Vongola in his presence brought out the worst of themselves, suddenly becoming capricious and perhaps too fickle, just as it did at that time. When he felt the language of the blonde ask for access to his mouth, pulled back his face - he had to admit, he did a little 'reluctantly - and looked cool to the Boss.
"I do not want your dirty soul." He murmured, his voice trembling slightly, his eyes half-closed. Giotto reached out, leaving the other arm after a long time and causing discomfort when the hand touched his cheek.
'Daemon I killed people, no matter that it was by mistake or on purpose ... my soul is already dirty. "
How can invoke the soul of a murderess?
Nell'ovvietà of his answer, almost cold, Daemon was a little 'crowded out taking a walk.
Finding the answer to be given to that phrase at the end was not real easy to find that Giotto knew better than to cheat a bit intimidated him 'to be honest: he was always cold and calculating personality the group - certainly hid it well behind the smiles of circumstance, but it was.
"not too attached to those who do not really deserve, so do not attack me too." It sounded like a way to tell him that from day to day, perhaps that very evening, he might betray him? I honestly do not care much, Daemon was not the kind of person that was tied to what's happening around feeling remorse or regret ... he was always thinking and constantly to the future, would continue to do so until the end.
"Now I have to wonder .. What is bothering you that much, Daemon? "
Answering that question would not bring anything good, so as to pretend that nothing ever could have led to something, the game was brought forward and could not give in now because of their weaknesses.
"Nothing." He lied, smiling, "I just want to bring warm, medicated wounds well and ensure that you resume quickly." He added increasing the pace and suddenly turning his gaze to the landscape as wanting to hide his expression full of disgust toward the other - or rather, disgust at himself.
hope that the snow would clear all the lies told that night were in vain, but wanted to have the least attachment to something ... again.
"Givre Eternal Friendship" For some reason every time I read the words etched into the watch pocket a symbol of his loyalty and friendship to Giotto, he felt the weight of your soul to raise a gram more ... I wonder why?
The soul of a traitor weighed much more twenty-one grams, he was sure.
Following this, the OST of fanfic, the music that inspired me a lot D:
01 - "I Can not Decide" There For Tomorrow
02 - "If It Means A lot To You "Homesick
03 -" Alone in this bed "Framing Hanley
04 -" imprisonment "Anberlin
05 -" I Hate You "Sick Puppies
06 -" Promise Me Dead by April
07 - "History" Funeral
for a Friend 08 - "Locking up the sun to" Poets of the Fall
09 - "Evil Angel" Breaking Benjamin
10 - "Darkness Eyes DBSK
11 -" Kimi wa Boku ni Niteiru "See Saw
12 -" Snowfield "CLANNAD OST
Finally, the initial quote and the title is taken from the beautiful movie" 21 Grams "
Title: 21 grams - the weight of the soul.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Daemon Spade x Giotto
Beta-reader:
funghettonero Notes & Warnings: Pre-betrayal of Swords Angst, Melancholy, Shounen-ai.
"How many lives do we live? How many times did you die? It is said that at the precise moment of death all lose 21 grams of weight. No exceptions. But what is there in 21 grams? How much is lost? When we lose those 21 grams? What goes with them? How much do you earn? How ... yes ... gains? 21 grams, the weight of five nickels each other. The weight of a hummingbird, a chocolate bar. How much are 21 grams? '.
incitement of G. and any two men, Giotto raised once again the elbow, reaching the glass to his lips and allow the alcohol down her throat and then finally, leaning nonchalantly on the table without bothering to look these - one separately.
see the smile of Daemon Swords albeit hidden from the glass closer to her lips from time to time, it was pretty easy and I thank that little bit of lucidity and merely had to throw a little look 'just to make him angry guess who was still angry.
To understand what happened between the two must go back several hours.
Giotto had just come home a long three-day mission with G. Rather tired and with several injuries on the body which he had obtained during a confrontation with the Boss of the Family Cavallone, with whom he was not harmonious relations in that period. He had never been the kind of person who preferred to turn an ordinary event like signing a treaty in a fight, but that Cavallone could always bring out the worst of him, taking advantage of the fact that Giotto was still a pretty young guy, with the ideals , but still young.
Discharged G. closed in the room, took off his coat winter nervously threw on the nearest chair followed soon after by the pinstripe jacket. While unbuttoned his shirt, Noting the obvious signs of a mirror to what was thinner at that time, he realized he had laid on him a look.
Needless to say, not much tried to imagine who it was, his eyes were immediately fell on Daemon's face in the mirror staring at him with a satisfied smile on his face.
"Welcome back Boss'. Without even a minimum of hesitation Daemon came, bringing his hands on his shoulders to help him slip off his shirt torn to shreds on several sides of the sleeves, Giotto let him without taking even for a glance at the mirror noticing the expression the other that he was perfectly at ease, unlike his own.
"Recently I talked with G. ... So to speak is like shooting big ... "a face had distorted his face, it was known that he and G. can not stand, or more likely was G. Daemon could not stand the dark and then the feeling became mutual, "I said that eventually the Cavallone have decided to become our allies."
Daemon was always the first to become interested in spite of the bureaucracy and would prefer to deal with Giotto in person more often than they did consult the Guardian Fog of intuition to give him good advice.
"So apparently, although I must admit that it did not seem very convinced." He admitted with a sigh, the blonde, the other away in search of a new shirt.
Before he realized he found himself a Daemon arm around his waist that removed him from the chest that he had tried in vain to reach, letting his hand wrapped in glove on a wound surface, which forced response to Giotto squint suppressing a groan of pain.
"First you should treat your wounds." The His hand had reached the face of Giotto, slowly touching it with the back and finally let the other turns to him.
A quick exchange of glances made sense to Daemon that there was something wrong in the other, beyond the physical discomfort seemed to suffer morally.
"At this moment I would just go to bed and sleep for at least nine hours, I think that might be enough ..." the blond murmured with a slight smile on his lips, Daemon had pushed the hand that still held pressed against lives of others and turning to look at physical barest to what Giotto had never been.
"Are you still lost weight." He looked, this time on her face there was any kind of derisive expression, even in his eyes you could almost see a light shine concern.
Giotto in the meantime had first worn the black shirt he found in the closet, look elsewhere as if to ignore the words of others, his thoughts had turned elsewhere.
"Watch your back, your not all men are worthy of your trust. Some people will treat you like a brother, who though far away will protect you, who will try deep respect and may even be someone willing to betray you. "
while returning from a mission old beggar had read the papers, Giotto did not believe in that sort of thing, but unexpectedly had guessed several elements of his life, and that sentence in particular had blown away. He knew that the chosen route was not easy, but because of that revelation was asked how it was possible that some of his companions would betray him when we were all sworn eternal friendship.
"I repeat that I am just tired, and I want to sleep ..." The flow of words was interrupted by the lips of the other which came to rest on his overbearing, leaving it for a few seconds displaced.
Daemon himself surprises of his act, finding himself staring at the shocked face of the boss but could not find a way to unlock.
The answer came soon after by Giotto himself, a slap in the face that brought the dark to the present: the cheek ached and the frown of the blonde.
"Do not try anymore," said Boss of the Vongola blushing slightly, slightly serious tone of voice and eyes a bit 'shiny a vision is not an everyday word.
Daemon from his sensibility put her hand on his forehead, to hold back a laugh and make fun setting with Giotto. She laughed often moments of his stall or embarrassment, it was pretty obvious that he did it with style.
From the point of view Giotto preferred that their relationship was like that, rather than when they quarreled or their ideas - often different, despite Daemon had some insight into different camps are contrasted, though there was to say that Daemon's ideas conflicted with those of most of the group.
***
He saw Giotto more throughout the day, let alone liked to see him.
the evening, however, that advantage was Christmas Eve, the entire group decided to go out to dinner and then go for a drink in a warm place, like another excuse for those who had not forget to have a family or a family who had it but preferred not to spend the holidays.
During a modest drinking contest Lightning was the first to succumb, gradually followed by others. Eventually the three to stand were Giotto, G. Daemon and, although it was pretty evident the close rendering of Giotto.
Shortly before midnight Boss blond took leave rather unnerved by the behavior of Daemon, even annoyed by his look that he did not hesitate to fall upon him.
The Guardian of the Mist had done the same for some time following a certain distance from each other that swayed slightly, while holding on to time for close to a wall of a house or relying on the first obstacle that presented itself.
In a sense, saw him walking by himself, shrugging his shoulders in an attempt to warm up in the coat was a vision that would never have expected to see, especially because he was accustomed to seeing Giotto surrounded by people, sure himself, as if illuminated by a light that he issued.
But there it is: just a drunk walking in the dark.
It was a lifestyle that suited Daemon thought, increasing the pace of steps to approach faster to Giotto, the exact moment when she saw him slip to the ground, scraping her hands what happens to children when he was still unsure of their steps or inattentive ... lose balance and fall.
"Giotto," So he went, Giotto when he recognized the voice tried in every way to rise to his feet, ignoring the hand that had offered Daemon.
The snow began to fall gentle, whitening the landscape around it.
An old bell tolls midnight, the chimes echoed in absolute silence ...
The snow was red.
there were red stains on the snow.
Those spots were blood red.
The blood came from the body of Giotto.
Daemon's hands instinctively went to unbutton the coat of blonde at the moment acted without even thinking about releasing it from the casing and identifying with his eyes the wound that had grazed on the morning ... only now it was open and bleeding.
"... You! You're really stupid and will die a fool! "He could not think of anything but that, I screamed in my face the other trying to hide the shaking - shaking choking - behind the clouds condensed air that were created with every breath because of the cold.
it meant absolutely no first aid was limited then to improvise a bandage by tearing a flap of his shirt in the vacant look of a silent sufferer and Giotto.
"A hospital ..." he murmured to himself, grabbing their arms between the body of the smaller, but Giotto's arm shook with bullying the other, shaking his head.
"I want to stay here. I want to see snow. "Muttered breathing lie down but pointing to a relaxed smile, as if this was enough to calm Daemon.
thoughts crowd the mind is like a swollen river threatened to turn into sharp words, transform the hatred she felt for him into something else seemed to be impossible, but it's in that state made her feel something very close to the fear or concern.
He received his request to build better self, as the snow continued to fall slowly, partially covering the shoulders of a pure white coat as Daemon. He wondered if that was the plan from the beginning of Giotto: A day like any other die alone, far from all, he wondered why a person like Giotto certainly not loved by all but a person worthy of respect had so decided to put an end.
«Ventun grammi. Lo sai cos'è Giotto? Il peso corporeo che perde una persona alla morte ... la vita umana, l'anima ha davvero così poco valore? Dai davvero così poco valore alla tua vita?» Domandò il moro dopo alcuni minuti in completo silenzio, obbligando l’altro ad incontrare il suo sguardo.
«Non sono forte come te.» La sua voce suonò fievole, la sua mano stringeva con più forza il braccio dell’altro come se gli stesse cercando di dire “Non lasciarmi.”
«La storia dei ventun grammi … really believe? "He asked after a while ', turning our gaze a bit' empty response to Daemon that watched him, his face pale, dark circles that stressed, his eyes slightly narrowed.
"Let's say that is scientifically proven ... but in the end we give a value to our lives ... I think. He seemed uncertain, it actually was.
How much is the life of a liar then?
now had both lost track of time. Giotto stood in silence, with an eye toward the other, toward the snow continued to fall.
"Giotto withdrawn while you're on time." Daemon muttered. Giotto was not looking, he had just uttered those words without thinking. He had bet the look on his face, smiling slightly.
"If I do ... you take away my soul?" That question had surprised, shaking inside.
Why could always take him off guard?
Why did continue to have second thoughts?
Giotto's body was so cold, his face so pale and gaunt, his hands shook so small even his arm. The only defense that he knew was his best form, the smile of derision.
wanted to hold his hand, wished to see him fall.
wanted to stay at his side but he also wanted to betray him.
wanted to hate him but he could not help but hide his feelings, because love was much stronger than hate.
"You're really more ... stupid than I thought. "At the edge of exasperation Daemon had stood up, bringing with it Giotto, still clasped in his arms.
His eyes sported perseverance despite Giotto continued to look at him with a smile on his lips, because God hated him!
He had always thought that Giotto was a weak, but now showed himself to be. Would not it have come out to follow him, he should not have curargli that wound ... in doing so did nothing but increase his problems.
"Yeah. Tell me about it often. Even though I'm stupid, I have a kiss? " A request
nothing short of remarkable.
Daemon slammed a few times the eyelids, leading to the questioning look Giotto, he looked at him with an expression of quiet without saying a word.
"What is it? Today you do not go well and now you ask me? "In his words had marked quite well the irony that it reserved the right never to hide, but at the same time his eyes were on the lips of the other, in a curved smile.
"I'm drunk, Daemon."
The dark was for some second displaced by that statement, usually a drunk person really does not admit it to be ... or maybe it was not always like this?
"What's bothering you so much, Giotto?" He asked leaning on the face of the other, striving to maintain the balance to drop it, Giotto returned the look by placing the lips on those of ' Another boy, a silent request for abandonment.
The Boss of the Vongola in his presence brought out the worst of themselves, suddenly becoming capricious and perhaps too fickle, just as it did at that time. When he felt the language of the blonde ask for access to his mouth, pulled back his face - he had to admit, he did a little 'reluctantly - and looked cool to the Boss.
"I do not want your dirty soul." He murmured, his voice trembling slightly, his eyes half-closed. Giotto reached out, leaving the other arm after a long time and causing discomfort when the hand touched his cheek.
'Daemon I killed people, no matter that it was by mistake or on purpose ... my soul is already dirty. "
How can invoke the soul of a murderess?
Nell'ovvietà of his answer, almost cold, Daemon was a little 'crowded out taking a walk.
Finding the answer to be given to that phrase at the end was not real easy to find that Giotto knew better than to cheat a bit intimidated him 'to be honest: he was always cold and calculating personality the group - certainly hid it well behind the smiles of circumstance, but it was.
"not too attached to those who do not really deserve, so do not attack me too." It sounded like a way to tell him that from day to day, perhaps that very evening, he might betray him? I honestly do not care much, Daemon was not the kind of person that was tied to what's happening around feeling remorse or regret ... he was always thinking and constantly to the future, would continue to do so until the end.
"Now I have to wonder .. What is bothering you that much, Daemon? "
Answering that question would not bring anything good, so as to pretend that nothing ever could have led to something, the game was brought forward and could not give in now because of their weaknesses.
"Nothing." He lied, smiling, "I just want to bring warm, medicated wounds well and ensure that you resume quickly." He added increasing the pace and suddenly turning his gaze to the landscape as wanting to hide his expression full of disgust toward the other - or rather, disgust at himself.
hope that the snow would clear all the lies told that night were in vain, but wanted to have the least attachment to something ... again.
"Givre Eternal Friendship" For some reason every time I read the words etched into the watch pocket a symbol of his loyalty and friendship to Giotto, he felt the weight of your soul to raise a gram more ... I wonder why?
The soul of a traitor weighed much more twenty-one grams, he was sure.
Following this, the OST of fanfic, the music that inspired me a lot D:
01 - "I Can not Decide" There For Tomorrow
02 - "If It Means A lot To You "Homesick
03 -" Alone in this bed "Framing Hanley
04 -" imprisonment "Anberlin
05 -" I Hate You "Sick Puppies
06 -" Promise Me Dead by April
07 - "History" Funeral
for a Friend 08 - "Locking up the sun to" Poets of the Fall
09 - "Evil Angel" Breaking Benjamin
10 - "Darkness Eyes DBSK
11 -" Kimi wa Boku ni Niteiru "See Saw
12 -" Snowfield "CLANNAD OST
Finally, the initial quote and the title is taken from the beautiful movie" 21 Grams "
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Free Farm Lesson Colorcomics
{6927} "We no longer have any why suffer in search of something. "
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn !
Rating: PG.
Pairing: TYL 69 x 27! (Mukuro x Tsuna Ten Years Later)
Betareader: yuja_cha
Notes & Warnings: Angst , Melancholy, Death! Character, What If? (Mukuro completely free.) OneShot {Other notes in the bottom of the fic.}
Title: We no longer have any reason to suffer in search of something.
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn !
Rating: PG.
Pairing: TYL 69 x 27! (Mukuro x Tsuna Ten Years Later)
Betareader:
yuja_cha Notes & Warnings: Angst , Melancholy, Death! Character, What If? (Mukuro completely free.) OneShot {Other notes in the bottom of the fic.}
"Do not try something that does not exist, is not ..."
A dream.
Or maybe something more like a nightmare, to be honest. He did not know what to call it, noting that he could not really dream for a long time.
running a hand over his face, had looked around, recognizing his room even though it was pitch dark, a couple of entries outside had hinted the others were
not had the strength to stand up, let alone really wanted at that moment all he wanted was to go back to sleep ... maybe forever.
Finally, the voices were off, some footsteps signaled that the two had left and Mukuro found himself staring at the ceiling, still lying down.
Barely remembered what had happened until a few hours ago was the headquarters and had just received the news of the death of Tsunayoshi Sawada. Initially, he felt a sense of emptiness, of frustration and then again was followed by a very inappropriate gesture. He was laughed out loud.
Needless to say, as a reaction triggered his act in front of others: the Guardian of the Storm was approached in a threatening, in an attempt to beat him. Fortunately, Takeshi Yamamoto stopped him in time and even a cool guy and seconded as Hibari Kyouya glanced at him cold - not from him, but he had definitely noticed. To tell really do not matter to him, because he knew that nobody could understand him. He preferred to play then let her laugh like a crazy sadist who enjoyed the news of the death of a person.
probably a few years ago, could have considered that kind of person ... but not now, not really.
I do not see, but gave that look as repulsive and at times full of indifference actually felt a sense of emptiness, confusion, disappointment.
*** "I'll be back soon, I must simply sign a document. See you Later. "
Tsunayoshi Sawada smiled, while, with a clumsy gesture, trying to make the tie, but failed. With the ease Mukuro had approached. "Leave it to me. "In the room
sounded a familiar tune that Mukuro:" The Sonata for Violin in G minor ", better known as the" Devil's Trill . He loved the melody, the story fascinated him and he expressed the anguish, not to mention that he liked the sound of the violin. He was so taken by the melody that he had not realized the look of Tsuna in his, just as the reason intoned a cheerful *.
'end to tie the knot at the other, returned his look with curiosity. Tsuna had smiled in response "I'll be back really, do not worry..
Arrogant. It was the first thought that came to Mukuro's head. And of course he could not even hide, his thoughts: "What makes you think I'm worried about you? Do not kill even if you ask as a human shield, "- said with a smile on his lips hostile, stepping back to clear the closeness that had arisen.
The sound of the violin filled the grave silence that had been created between the two.
Tsuna had tried to utter a word but the look of the intimidating and Mukuro so she just smiled again, this time more sad.
The last thing he saw was his back: small and thin, the door close behind him while inside when a voice ordered him to stop because it certainly would not return alive. On the other hand the pride and at the same time she felt hatred for each other, the desire to destroy his fragile and his smile ... destroy the bond that was created between them, when Tsuna had decided to save his life and make it a free man.
would never have shown his gratitude even though he knew that, just next to standogli Guardian, unwittingly, he did.
Ridiculous, this time he thought of himself as he rose from the bed reaching to grope for the light switch, then the door and finally the corridor that led outside, where the rooms were located the other Guardians. The hall was practically empty, an eerie silence reigned, broken only by their footsteps. He walked without apparent half until he was in front of that door. Hesitantly raised his arm, holding the large door handles with a force that be whitened the knuckles. Finally, it was open.
sheets scattered on the desk, an empty coffee cup resting on the side, slightly lowered the blinds. The weather seemed to have frozen, locked forever in the morning where he read the report of the mission ended successfully Tsunayoshi where Chrome was blushing just smiling at both entry and wishing happy birthday to Mukuro ... yep, it was his birthday, or when Yamamoto Takeshi with the usual idiotic smile on his lips, he had proposed to go all together to celebrate the return of Tsuna the meeting.
seemed like a fairy tale, right? Although would categorically refused to celebrate his birthday, so as to stay a moment longer to Tsunayoshi together for a moment ... imagine how he almost might have been ...
While he was completely lost in thought , his eye fell upon a little book bound, apparently hidden under some papers without thinking twice and took him in her hands, observing the first Cover completely anonymous, then browse quickly with little interest.
Unlike its initial opinion, the interest grew when he saw that his name appeared several times. It was not hard to see that this little book was a diary ... the diary of Tsunayoshi , and there he was quoted several times.
blankly was sitting where he normally sat his boss, without a second thought, this is probably because he had often done when the other was still alive.
His eyes ran quickly latching inked pages from time to time to read an anecdote in particular interesting from the air.
"Mukuro does not consider itself part of our group, probably serve time. I will make every effort to ensure that you feel comfortable, not as a boss ... but as a friend. Mukuro I want to become my friend, I will give my best. "
" He always misunderstands everything. He does this because he wants me to hate him.
Obviously I underestimated, I'm not stupid enough to fall into his traps.
Mukuro I'll change my mind! "
The dark
had frowned, massaggiandosela several times as he read those words that could have been impudent look, but written by Tsunayoshi was impossible to see them so much.
She bit her lower lip several times and had almost the feeling of experiencing a familiar metallic taste mixed with saliva as he closed the diary of shooting, he is prevented by a slight film over his eyes that prevented him from continuing. It might be tears?
With the fear of being noticed by someone, knowing full well to be alone, he looked down, covering the upper part of the face with his hand, waiting for the feeling of frustration pass.
"Mukuro you have always the expression of a child who is about to cry, but he never does ... as if to prove something to someone.."
some reason, just then, came back to mind a few words and one scene in particular that took place that morning. It was not enough time "no", now also had to put the memories in between!
"Do not make fun Tsunayoshi-kun, the brat frignone between us you have always been you." Was his direct response to that statement, while the gaze of the other replied with a mischievous smile on purpose to tease Tsunayoshi shown that, as expected, was sulking.
He loved to tease. He did it because he knew the feelings of others, had repeatedly spied on while sleeping, heard her name in his sleep ... in those moments he could only think how to find him pathetic.
E 'bad he wants to "good" to even consider you a person who, right Tsunayoshi-kun?
I hated it after being released he had felt a sense of gratitude toward the other. He could possess the body, forcing him to destroy his dear friends, let him die in the worst way, and finally put an end to his life.
would be so easy to destroy what little body so frail, that boy is too naive to believe that he could really be changed.
I hated it then unwittingly made him his slave. Not literally because it would never have asked anything like that, but from that day, spent in a bed in the infirmary of the headquarters with his hand tight in his, he understood that it could not go ... had even think that after protect it seriously would be the perfect excuse to make that her body became its own.
His eyes had settled on the old turntable that Tsuna held in camera. It was not surprising that object even if it took a strange sense of melancholy and had lowered the needle to natural cutting letting the sound of a melody now known fill the night air.
The trill of the devil ... I wonder if making a pact with the devil would have revived Tsunayoshi? The thought was so stupid that he could not help laughing again, especially because For years he was considered the demon of the situation. a demon that can not even do something as simple as protecting a miserable human being ...?
"For a moment I almost feared that Sawada had turned into a zombie or a ghost."
A voice from the tone pot had spoken with sarcasm well hidden that phrase, when his eyes had crossed that of the Guardian Cloud would have wished for a moment and then disappear ... because he had not done? Indeed it could!
"I'm sorry to disappoint you but Hibari's just me>. He tried to
rise dall'impiccio hoping that the other levasse feet as soon as possible and certainly not approached due to seeing more of what state he was.
"I heard the music ... you and Sawada had a taste for the macabre."
could not stand the irony, especially talking about a dead person. , how to politically correct Mukuro! Almost was moved to his own thought.
"Oh yeah, speaking of macabre tastes ... we all know the myth of Hibari Kyouya" The tamarro Saturday night. "He had ventured that line almost hoping for a horrible knee-jerk reaction by the other, but strangely Hibari was limited to a soft yawn.
"Even your jokes are horrible, I go to bed and please yourself eclipsed. I'm dead tired and would like a bit 'of silence ... "she pronounced the word" silence "at a glance cold" He's in the infirmary if you want to see him one last time. "
That this last sentence was discharged with a final yawn, strangely without raging at him as you normally would do, but better not ... So Far he wanted to fight.
O probably had not the strength.
Tsunayoshi Sawada loved being around people: it was not the kind of guy who talked a lot, but seemed to suffer when he was alone.
Tsunayoshi Sawada smiled often, he did even in difficult times and his smile was the strength of all ... even to Mukuro.
Tsunayoshi Sawada was a person too fragile. Because of its fragility was dead and would never smile like that it was not about whether people who loved him.
Tsunayoshi Sawada was a liar arrogant because he had promised he would return, which would have celebrated his birthday and that would give him a goodnight kiss, thanking God, if it really existed, of having been given a life so wonderful ... now when he was lying lifeless in a white coffin.
floor shook the hand of the helpless boy, suppressing a groan of disappointment to himself - he had promised not to give in - as he looked at his face drawn into a slight smile for all eternity.
"Tsunayoshi ... do not try something like my feelings or my affection, because are all illusions, there are no ....»
"You're wrong Mukuro, now we no longer have any reason to suffer in search of something. "* Note
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Allegro : Wiki Definition
We no longer have any reason to suffer in search of something. : The quotation is from the beautiful manga "God Child" by Kaori Yuki.
If it was not clear Tsuna refers to the fact that by now should Mukuro smettela torment because of his torture are unfounded.
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