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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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"You're still a good illusionist... just need more training.... maybe you can replace Mukuro..."

God, when did being held by someone start feeling so good? He wrapped his arms around Ryuutaro's back a bit, not too much because his arms felt like lead at the moment, and nuzzled his face close to Ryuutaro's chest... once again listening to his heartbeat.

"...I never thought I'd ever meet someone that I would fall in love with..."

Nor did he ever fathom it would be a boy and that he would love him back...

"... neither did I..."
And technically he should've known. But apparently fate held some surprises to everyone, even chosen people like him.
"But it's about time you get used to it... we've been with each other for so long now.."
He chuckled a bit while he gently petted Hayato's back a bit. He understood though. Sometimes he himself just sat there in amazement over what had happened to them, how they'd become what they were. But it had gotten rarer... They were together for some miraculous reason couldn't keep their hands off each other and it was just so very right, he couldn't question it any longer.

"Yeah...."

He lets out a content sigh and melts into Ryuutaro's touch, a little smile flickering on his face for just a moment. He was so grateful for Ryuutaro. He still wasn't feeling as energetic as usual... but he was calmer. Something about having his back rubbed just eased him. This was... how could he even explain it? There was just this.... warm feeling.

He finally opens his eyes a bit, not really focusing on looking at anything in particular. He was afraid if he kept his eyes closed he would doze off. Between this warmth, Ryuutaro's touches, the sound of his heartbeat and the sound of his voice resonating through his chest as he spoke, Hayato felt as though he was being lulled to sleep.

But he needed to try and figure out the Systema C.A.I... he may have been done training for the day, but that didn't mean he could slack off. His brows knit together in concentration as he began trying to run through what he might have forgotten about the system he would develop in the future...

For a while Ryuutaro was fine just staying like this, continuing to gently carress his boyfriend's back.
But the thought about the wounds constantly went through his mind and after a few minutes he just couldn't ignore it any longer. He knew how careless Hayato was about these things.

"I don't suppose you've done anything about your injuries yet, have you?", he asked gently.

Hayato looked up a little, not breaking the position, but enough to look up at Ryuutaro's face.

"I picked all the sand and shit outta them, why?"

Because worrying about his injuries isn't something that Hayato's brain can even PROCESS. Unless it's hospital worthy, he could care less.

That was at least something, but it honestly didn't sound anything close to satisfying to Ryuutaro.

"Are you sure that's enough?", he smiled, making clear that in his eyes the answer was a resounding 'no'.

"........."

He looks down at his injuries... just COMPLETELY not understanding what Ryuutaro was so worried about. Thus he kind of goes into 'whiny kid mode' and looks up at Ryuutaro like he was his mom.

"It's not like they're gunna kill me..."

And this was a fan, lightly tapped against Hayato's head. The boy sighs.

"I know and I do realize that you had worse", Hayato did say it often enough after all, "But preparation is everything right now, isn't it? So if the injuries just continue to add up, what do you plan to do?"

"I'll be fine...."

The tone implied he already knew resistance was futile, but was still whining like a child. He even hugs Ryuutaro a little tighter, not wanting to move from his boyfriend's warm embrace.

"...I don't wanna get up..."

Ryuutaro smirked a bit.
"Turning younger again seems to be working very well on you."
There was no denying it though, it was adorable. Ryuutaro let his hand run through his boysfriend's hair, well aware that this was a bit counterproductive to making Hayato get up.
"And 'I'll be fine' is a quite unique way of answering 'what do you plan to do?'", he added as an afterthought, "One could assume you don't actually know..."

Younger?! I-I am not!"

And at that statement he kind of pieced together that at that moment he was acting EXACTLY like the whiny little kids he hated so much. He huffed a little and gave in to Ryuutaro's pettings.

"I don't plan on doin' anything..." Hence his 'I'll be fine' was more like a preemptive excuse for an answer he knew Ryuutaro wouldn't approve of...

"I don't claim to know anything about how you fight in your world, but if I did to my beyblade what you do to your body..."
Ryuutaro sighed a bit.
"Maybe I should study first aid rather than magic..."
Not that he ever would. But a bit more knowledge would be helpful..

"Well your Bey can't fix itself... if it were really that bad, that pervy witch doctor would be on my case." Oh the fond terms he had for Shamal. Though in all actuality the reason Shamal didn't bother with his minor wounds was because he was usually too busy flirting with his sister.

"Y-you don't have to..."

Unless you give him a direct order Ryuutaro, he's not getting up.

"Then just get up and let yourself be treated, alright?"
Ryuutaro smiles. "I never said it was that bad, but that doesn't mean I'm off your case."

And really, for him the beyblade comparison was extremely appropriate. Comparing everything to spinning tops is always accurate and easy to be understood. It would take a while for this to get fully out of his head.

Hayato let out a little groan and VERY RELUCTANTLY sat up out of Ryuutaro's embrace....

now after being so close and warm snuggled up to Ryuutaro, the room felt cold without him... and Hayato was going to have to pull off his shirt soon too.

"Alright... c'mon before I change my mind..."

"Of course, wouldn't want to waste too much of your precious time..."
Thankfully by know Ryuutaro had got to know where the first-aid-box was kept... finding out where it is was the first step upon arriving somewhere with Hayato as company...
And thankfully over the years Ryuutaro had also learned how to properly treat smaller wounds.

So only a moment later he has everything set and merely waits for Hayato to let him start.

Hayato begrudgingly takes off his shirt and jeans, and takes a seat in front of his boyfriend in nothing but his boxers. Most of his injuries were just small cuts and scrapes here and there, but there were a few deeper cuts and nasty burns from the scorpions.

And of course Gokudera begins shivering, the room is damn cold to the native Italian.

Ryuutaro has no pity for his boyfriend. Whoever claimed he could walk every and any injury off had no right to complain about the temperature of a room.
Actually he might even take his time a bit more, but maybe that's just him being carefull.
The boy silently works through treating all those wounds, paying special attention to the deeper ones.
He's being very careful and gentle with it, always a soft person to the outside (and on the inside, too, when dealing with Hayato at least). ~~Come on, it's not that bad~~

"Hey Ryuutaro... I know this is gonna seem like a real pain in the ass but... would you mind changing my other bandages too? It's either you or Shamal... and I'd rather have you do it."

That and doesn't want to have to strip down and sit around awkwardly freezing his ass off TWICE today. That and the bandages were already in bad shape from the abuse of the training. He had just reused them after he was done bathing... probably not the smartest thing to do, but he wanted to get back to Ryuutaro.

"I don't mind at all", as long as the wounds got taken care off he was satisfied right now.
Yes, these bandages definitely needed to be changed. Ewww. Ryuutaro removes them as well. Seeing the remnants of the wounds underneath he pauses for a moment. How much more of such wounds was he going to see from now on?
Ryuutaro brushes the thought aside and reaches out for fresh bandages, finishing his work on Hayato.

Hayato could feel Ryuutaro's stare and tenses up. Maybe he should have just let Shamal handle it. Ryuutaro always worried... one of the reasons he forced himself to walk off his injuries so much.

Though, Ryuutaro would surely notice that the wounds fall right on top of a rather prominent set of scars Hayato had since... well... the first day they met. Hayato smiled a bit and decided to help Ryuutaro along by unwrapping the bandages and removing the splint on his broken hand.

"Y'know... when we first met I had these injuries and they were just finishing healin' up. Kinda ironic when y'think about it..."

He looks down at the hand, the bruise almost black over the back of his hand, and the shoe print pretty visible on his flesh. He twitches his fingers, hurt a bit more without the splint but that thing was driving him nuts. He moves his hand to Ryuutaro's cheek and begins to gingerly stroke it with his fingers.

"It is. It's just like the Author to make you go through something twice though..."

For a moment he lets Hayato caress his cheek, saying nothing. His face was serious. These wounds... he was going to see more wounds in the future. Many, many more, he could be sure of it. It was useless to get shaky about it. The fortune-teller closes his eyes for a moment and as he opens them again, he seems a bit stronger, a bit tougher again.

"But we're away from her now."

Hayato shrugs nonchalantly, "Didn't kill me the first time, won't kill me the second time."

Thought that didn't mean he had been any less terrified the second time. It had hurt. He had afraid he was going to die. But these were worries he wouldn't share with Ryuutaro. He had to make it so everyone thought he was fearless, so that he could bare their burdens as well as his own.

Then... there was that look. That toughened hardened look. Hayato's brows knit together in and he moved his hand to take Ryuutato's chin.

"Don't give me that look. Please don't give me that look. Don't try get used to this. If you get used to this then you're no better than I am. If you get used to it then you'll lose a part of yourself forever. Please."

And he places a brief but firm and apologetic kiss on Ryuutaro's lips. Ryuutaro came from such a nice innocent world, Hayato felt guilty enough for pulling him away from that, but the have Ryuutaro change to accept this cruel reality as everyday life? Hayato wouldn't be able to handle that kind of guilt. He remembered what it took for him to lose his naivete after months on the streets. He remembered how bitter his outlook on the world became, how he had started to hate it. No, if there was anything Ryuutaro had too keep it was the sense that this was not normal. This was cruel, that it wasn't supposed to happen, that it was something that needed to be prevented. That the world was still a place that could be fun and carefree. Hayato needed to keep that up for Ryuutaro.

Ryuutaro didn't know how to feel. 'Don't try to get used to this'... but what else was he supposed to do? What else could he do? He didn't want to feel this way all the time.
Ryuutaro looked off to the side for a moment before facing Hayato again.
"I've been spending the past year getting used to these things already. And now that we're gone from the Manor and I know that things will stay as they are, I do want to adapt to it. I've seen so much already, there is no going back anymore."
He felt a bitter about it. He, who was supposed to know much more than an ordinary human ever would, had found out how horrible knowledge could be.
He knew he could not unsee any of what he saw and felt. Even if he was to return to his world, he would not be able to go on the same way. He was too far gone.
"Changing does not necessarily equal losing yourself. I will be fine."

"You won't smile the same again."

He wraps his arms around Ryuutaro and just holds him in his arms.

"You won't be as happy anymore. The world won't be a good place... you'll turn cynical... and angry and then you'll end up like me."

He pets Ryuutaro's hair, holding the boy maybe a bit too tightly in those strong arms.

"This isn't how it's supposed to be, Ryuutaro. The world isn't supposed be like this. It'll get better. I promise it'll get better. So please don't get used to a world like this! Just keep smiling like you always do, and bare with me for a little while. Can you do that for me? Please, I'm begging you..."