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Sep. 24th, 2009 11:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaTsuna shuddered, listening to the howls of the infected burning in the house. Gokudera's job, or, his work anyway. The burning house, not the infected. That was the fault of a demon who's name Tsuna could not even pronounce. A demon of pestilence, was what Reborn had called him, and maybe he had simply been Pestilence. Tsuna had no idea. All hew knew was that he had just survived a night fighting off *zombies* and that he would never be clean again. He could still see their gaping, blank eyed faces, the way the zombies had reached for him, their decaying skin dripping off the bone. Tsuna had chopped at one of the zombie's arms and it had falling off, but managed to curl it's fingers around Tsuna's angle beforehand, clinging while Tsuna frantically tried to get away.
"Good job." Reborn piped up, his cheery, childish voice at odds with the entire scenario. Tsuna was leaning against the barrier surrounding the house, a shining mist that was only visible to those with psychic skills. The mist was created by Yamamoto Takeshi, a psychic who Reborn had recruited. He had skills with healing, but most importantly with purification. The mist was to keep the virus contained while Gokudera burned everything that had been infected with it. Thankfully it was just contained to the one house.
Tsuna shuddered again.
"It wasn't a good job." Tsuna's voice is rough when he talks, rough and… he just feels undone. Ever since the day Reborn had shown up in his room and told him that he was a 'chosen one' one of the 'last Vongola' Tsuna had felt undone. Nothing in his life had ever been the same, no more sunny walks in the park, it was all a fog shrouded cemetery now. "We couldn't save anyone…" Tsuna won't break into a sob, won't think of the crayon drawings taped to a child's wall, now curling at the edges and burning into oblivion.
Yamamoto walks over to clap Tsuna on the shoulder. Gokudera looks jealous, but he is focused on keeping the flame burning, focused on destroying everything. One would think that someone, anyone, would notice the burning building. But this is Namimori, and strange things happen in Namimori that no one ever seems to notice. Reborn had said it was because of a warp in Namimori's psychic construction and that such things happened in the back alleys of Tokyo, Milan, Paris, New York, and other major cities. In Namimori it happened everywhere, all the time. It was why Tsuna was born there. Namimori drew creatures like Tsuna, and Yamamoto, and Gokudera, Hibari, Ryohei, etc. to it.
"Useless Tsuna." Reborn kicks him in the head, then plops easily onto Yamamoto's shoulder. Yamamoto holds him there, smiling like he hasn't a care in the world. "There was never any hope of saving them."
Tsuna glares, the only action he can take that won't lead to tears, and turns away. He can't let Yamamoto or Gokudera see him break. The two are his 'subordinates' according to Reborn, but most of all they are his friends. Tsuna is still the weakest of the three, and he doesn't want them to think him even weaker.
The wooden beams of the house crackle and snap, and it collapses in a small contained explosion of ash and fire.
"Good job." Reborn piped up, his cheery, childish voice at odds with the entire scenario. Tsuna was leaning against the barrier surrounding the house, a shining mist that was only visible to those with psychic skills. The mist was created by Yamamoto Takeshi, a psychic who Reborn had recruited. He had skills with healing, but most importantly with purification. The mist was to keep the virus contained while Gokudera burned everything that had been infected with it. Thankfully it was just contained to the one house.
Tsuna shuddered again.
"It wasn't a good job." Tsuna's voice is rough when he talks, rough and… he just feels undone. Ever since the day Reborn had shown up in his room and told him that he was a 'chosen one' one of the 'last Vongola' Tsuna had felt undone. Nothing in his life had ever been the same, no more sunny walks in the park, it was all a fog shrouded cemetery now. "We couldn't save anyone…" Tsuna won't break into a sob, won't think of the crayon drawings taped to a child's wall, now curling at the edges and burning into oblivion.
Yamamoto walks over to clap Tsuna on the shoulder. Gokudera looks jealous, but he is focused on keeping the flame burning, focused on destroying everything. One would think that someone, anyone, would notice the burning building. But this is Namimori, and strange things happen in Namimori that no one ever seems to notice. Reborn had said it was because of a warp in Namimori's psychic construction and that such things happened in the back alleys of Tokyo, Milan, Paris, New York, and other major cities. In Namimori it happened everywhere, all the time. It was why Tsuna was born there. Namimori drew creatures like Tsuna, and Yamamoto, and Gokudera, Hibari, Ryohei, etc. to it.
"Useless Tsuna." Reborn kicks him in the head, then plops easily onto Yamamoto's shoulder. Yamamoto holds him there, smiling like he hasn't a care in the world. "There was never any hope of saving them."
Tsuna glares, the only action he can take that won't lead to tears, and turns away. He can't let Yamamoto or Gokudera see him break. The two are his 'subordinates' according to Reborn, but most of all they are his friends. Tsuna is still the weakest of the three, and he doesn't want them to think him even weaker.
The wooden beams of the house crackle and snap, and it collapses in a small contained explosion of ash and fire.
