andsuddenlydynamite | (no subject)

When Hayato found himself back in his world, alone, he naturally had written off what happened at the manor as a dream... but at the same time... he couldn’t help but feel the pangs of heartbreak. He felt stupid for falling for something that had to have been a dream.... but the idea of having someone that loved him for just being him... it... it was too good to be true... but didn’t matter now. He had to push his feelings aside. His future self had failed the Tenth, now he was in the future with his boss to try to prevent this from happening. But it wasn’t easy, the Vongola were being hunted for their Vongola rings by the Millefiore family. While he didn't want to admit it... he was scared. He had already failed the Tenth once, he was in this strange foreign world where there was a price on his head, and to top it all off he had lost the boy who loved him.... naturally his mood had taken a SPECIAL turn south. He had already lashed out on Yamamoto a few times. Now him and the baseball idiot were screwed into an all knew lifetime because he lost his temper. One of the Millefiore generals had engaged them in a fight, Yamamoto was down, and now Hayato was being toyed with by Gamma. The man had him pinned on the ground, stepping on his hand until their was a sickening crack. Hayato screamed in agony but refused to say a word... he would gladly die for his boss’s sake. This was all his fault to begin with. If he hadn’t acted out... if his future self hadn’t failed his boss....

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"This is what this era's Tenth Vongola has entrusted you with; the Vongola boxes."

As Souichi finished speaking, Gokudera looked at the box in an all new light. The Tenth Vongola was entrusting this to him. He was really his chosen storm guardian. This meant that he was important to the Vongola... even though the Tenth didn't tell him about the plan, and even if he couldn't protect the Tenth from his 'death'...

He was still a valuable asset to the place that took him in.

His grip around Ryuutaro tightened a bit as his cheeks lit up and his eyes watered a bit. Here he was, the 'oriental half-breed', valued and important by one of the most prestigious famiglia's in the world. For once he felt special enough to be able to stand next to Ryuutaro proudly. He meant something in the world now... and it felt so good.

Seeing and feeling Hayato's reaction, Ryuutaro could about imagine what would have to run through his head right now. While he still couldn't quite understand it, there was no reason not to be happy for him. Vongola or not Vongola, seeing Hayato glad was almost always a good thing.
Even if Ryuutaro had no idea what was up with these boxes. ~~And for a moment he wondered why boxes should be any less weird than spinning tops~~

Ryuutaro smiled up at Hayato faintly. There was no 'congratulations' simply because Hayato should know by now just how natural Ryuutaro thought this was.