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Tsuna

You dropped on your couch like a log that night, coming home
so late for working hard so much. Not only that but you had a fierce argument
with your boss because he was practically forcing
you into taking a vacation leave.

But how could you?

Leaving your mind idle would only allow the memories to come
flooding in and hurt you again.

Tsuna…

Why all of a sudden?

How could he just suddenly tell you he’s grown tired of you?

Not your precious Tsuna. Not that sweet, slightly awkward
man who treated you like you were his whole world… But as soon as you asked him
about it his usually warm eyes turned cold. Like iced gold. In just one second
it felt as though a chasm had opened up between the both of you. All of a
sudden he felt like a million miles away and suddenly… he stopped calling. For
three weeks you’ve waited. You were still
waiting. You felt like a moron.

Even a complete idiot would know what that meant.

BZZZZTTT!!!! BZZZZTTT!!!!
BZZZZTTT!!!!

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!

The vibrating of your phone and the knocking on your door
forced you to open your eyes and you sighed.

You answered your phone as you struggled to get up to answer
your door. “Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me.”

“Hayato?” you asked, confused. “What’s up?”

You heard him cough awkwardly on the other side but spoke
gruffly anyway. “I know this is an awkward question but… have you seen him?”

You blinked before smiling sadly, making your way towards
the door where another set of knocks came on again. “You know he’s dumped me.
He hasn’t called since…”

“…I know but… Please. He’s missing; this is not normal for
him. If you see him please… Please let me know!”

Beginning to worry as you listened to Hayato’s pleas you
open the door and your eyes widen when you saw the topic of your current
conversation leaning against the threshold of your door, his arms crossed over
his chest and looking at you from the corner of his eyes.

“Hayato,” you calmly said through the phone as you stared at
Tsuna’s face. “I think you better pick him up.”

“Wha―”

But before Hayato could finish his question the phone was
taken from your hand and Tsuna started speaking. “Hayato. Don’t wait up.”

He ended the phone call as he backed you into your apartment
and threw your phone on the carpet as he did so.

“I don’t think there’s anything else we need to talk about
anymore, Tsuna,” you said as calmly as you can. “You made it perfectly clear
that you don’t want anything to do with me.”

“Did your boss give you your vacation time?” he asked,
ignoring what you just said.

You looked away. It hurt to look into his eyes. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“I specifically told him that if you get sick from
overworking; I’ll put him in a drum and bury him in cement.”

He said it so coldly, so casually you knew there was no way he was joking. “So that was you?”

“…We need to talk.”

“You didn’t seem interested in anything I had to say before,”
you walked around him towards the door to open it for him as you said so. “I
think you should leave now.”

But before you could open the door you felt yourself being
pressed against it from behind, his hand on the one you had on the door knob
and you gasped at the feel of his breath against the shell of your ear as he
spoke. “If I were ten years younger I would have given up on this. I know for a
fact I’d only cause you pain. I didn’t try to call because… I tried to see if I
could still live without you.”

The admission touched a nerve in you but it did not make you
angry. Just extremely sad at the struggle he had had to fight with to come to
whatever decision he had reached tonight. And you were half afraid this was
going to be the last time you’d see him.

“And?” you whispered back as your tears pricked your eyes,
your lips trembling from the emotions you’ve been trying to bury all this time
even as you whisper out his name. “What did you find out?”

You felt him bury his face in your hair and breathed you in
like you were the last source of oxygen on earth. His arms coming around you
tightly. “That I’m not fifteen anymore. And I’m not going to walk away from
what belongs to me. So I’m sorry… I can’t give you up.”

Xanxus

You felt a migraine coming up as you saw another member of
the Varia guarding your front door as you stepped out to go to work for the
third week in a row. Fed up, you march towards Levi who was doing an excellent
imitation of a stone gargoyle and put your hands on your waist demanding his
attention.

“Is he listening?” you asked irritably.

Levi’s answer is to sweat bullets and try to ignore you.
Xanxus’ orders were very specific. You were not to be touched or harmed in any
way. Anyone who tries will be promised a very painful flaying.

Normally you would be too stubborn to even acknowledge their
presence but this was just getting ridiculous.

Grabbing Levi’s ear and dragging the earpiece towards you
you started yelling into it. “You JERK! Make them stop! Are you trying to pick
a fight with me?! This is the reason why I left you in the first place! Stop
hovering and let me live like an ordinary person! I don’t need you protecting me
all the time, you paranoid, idiot! Call them all off or I will never forgive
you!”

You shoved Levi back and stomped off to work. However, with
every step your anger melted away into something sad and aching. It wasn’t like
you wanted to break it off with him. But Xanxus’ love was becoming suffocating.
It was as if he was determined to have you coddled and watched over twenty four
seven. Sometimes you even thought you couldn’t go to the bathroom without being
watched.

As your relationship with him progressed it became obvious
to you that he was not just an overzealous, arrogant, violent tempered bum you
knew so well. Xanxus had always struck you as a man with power. More than just
authority, but true blue power. Power that always amazed you were allowed to
touch whenever you slept beside him. Whenever you touched him. Whenever you
kissed him. And in the end it was the real reason you left him. You grew
uncertain.

Uncertain that you will never be good enough for someone
like Xanxus. Like you would only get in his way. And though it broke your heart
you thought this was better than being a burden to him.

You went on to work as usual and the light feeling you had
on your back told you that at least Xanxus listened to your request. You went
on with your duties with a bittersweet smile on your face. And when the day
ended you went home as usual, thinking of crying yourself to sleep again
tonight as you thought about him. Praying you would get over him soon so you
could stop suffering.

Suddenly a hand reached out from the darkness and covered
your mouth, effectively keeping you from screaming. You were pulled into a dark
alley kicking and screaming. You managed to bite the hand holding onto you and
managed to get enough breathing room to squeeze out a scream before a fist
knocked you down.

Before you lost consciousness you caught a glimpse of
crimson eyes burning furiously in the dark.

You woke up in the back of a moving car and terror made you
immediately react violently and struggle against the feeling of a pair of hard
arms holding onto you like you were a lifeline.

“Fuck, quit that,
you idiot!”

The familiar rumble of that voice froze you enough to
recognize just whose arms were holding you. And there, staring back at you,
were Xanxus’ beloved red eyes.

“Xanxus…”

His calloused hand ran feather light against your sore,
swollen cheek and the violence that has always been a constant presence in his
eyes flared in a fury you had always suspected he was capable of.

“I’m going to keep that fucker alive and in pain as long as
I can until your bruises heal. And then I’m killing him with my bare hands.” He
promised before gently pulling your chin up to make you look at him. “I’ll kill
anyone who tries to touch you with my bare hands.”

You couldn’t help it, your tears fell even as you buried
your face in his shirt. “Are you deaf? I told you… We’re through.”

You felt his arms tighten around you even more and you
couldn’t help but surrender yourself to the familiar comforting safety his
embrace always made you feel even as you heard him speak gruffly. “Like I ever
agreed to something that stupid.”

Gokudera

“This is Red Storm to Blue Rain. Do you copy?”

“Blue Rain here reading you loud and clear.”

“Hey, Sunshine. You there?”

“IT’S YELLOW SUN! WHY DO YOU KEEP CHANGING MY CODE NAME?!”

“Because it’s lame, that’s why.”

“Green Lightning, please kindly shut up.”

“I swear I’m coming up with the code names next time you screw up, Ahoudera.”

“Maa, maa, are we ready with the plan?”

“That depends. Do you guys have the item?”

“Right here. Green Lightning just got it to us in the nick
of time.”

“Then the mission is a go. Approach subject with caution. Red
Storm, out.”

You gaped at the sight of Takeshi and Ryohei standing on
your front door holding a very large
bouquet of flowers in between them. Now these were two guys you never thought
would see again.

“SPECIAL DELIVERY~!” the both of them sang out.

“Umm… What is this?” was all you could ask as both carried
the bouquet through your front door and onto your dining room table.

“Just helping out a friend say sorry.” Takeshi replied with
his usual grin.

“Yup!” Ryohei gave you a thumbs up. “Hope you make up real
soon. He’s miserable without you.”

“I don’t think we’re supposed to say that.”

“Tch, and that’s why he’s in this mess,” Ryohei rolled his
eyes at the other man. “That Octopus-Head needs to be more honest with his feelings.”

“Anyways please excuse us!” Takeshi waved at you as he and Ryohei
stepped out of the door.

“W-wait!”

You froze when Takeshi pinned you with a smile and hazel eyes that seemed much too serious than he normally was. “Please keep in mind. Everything he does, he does it to keep you
safe.”

You blinked back. “…How is working at the post office
supposed to keep me safe?”

Their only response were twin grins from both athletic men
before they both stepped out of the house and you were left with that enormous bouquet in your
dining room. When you came closer you somehow saw the note buried in the
flowers. Opening it up you couldn’t help the watery smile that crossed your
lips as you read the written message.

‘I’m an idiot. I’m
sorry.’ -Hayato

You sighed and sat down on a dining room chair,
contemplating the bouquet of flowers on your table even as you held on to
the note in your hand.

“Stupid Hayato,” you mumbled out as you stared at a blushing
tulip with troubled eyes. “I already know
you’re an idiot and I love you despite that. I just want to know why you keep
ending up wounded all the time. Stop keeping secrets from me, moron.”

Hayato listened to your words through an ear piece via the
tiny listening device he had had Lambo add into the bouquet at the last minute
as he lay in bandages on a medical wing bed and smiled sadly.

If only it were that simple…