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Tsuna sighed. He rested his hands on the long cool conference room table. Spread out in front of him was a laptop that was set up to receive real time reports on the Vongola family. People were struggling, fighting to find their way to report in. The Millefiore had done a number on them, many of the family was dead, the rest were scattered to the four winds. The few that were gathered in one place were the Varia and those people Tsuna would consider his closes confidants. Many of them were gravely injured, either near death or not far off from it. Ryohei was in the ICU, and if Hibari had not managed to fight his way out he would be as well.
Reborn was still dead, and once the plan involving their past selves had been revealed Tsuna had been left with only two of his guardians willing to speak to him. One was Mukuro, who needed medical care and was no help at all to talk to, the other was Hibari. who needed medical care and was no help at all.
Tsuna leafed through the papers detailing the damage done by the final battle, by the skirmishes before, reports on Byakuran's island where they had apparently played a game of CHOICE for the Vongola rings, the detailed analysis of a transportation system that Tsuna did not understand.
He was so, totally out of his depth.
Tsuna slid down so his arms rested on the table, and then his forehead. He sighed, his breath misting the metal underneath his face. The world was still there, almost the same as he had left it when Irie had turned him into molecules and stored him in his machine. Almost the same, but with the difference that Byakuran was gone, the most dangerous Millefiore antagonists destroyed. The Millefiore family had split in two, becoming the Gesso and Giglio Nero again, and the Giglio Nero were their allies, while the Gesso were scrambling to protect themselves from the Vongola's justice.
Yamamoto's father was still dead, and Gokudera's eyes were dark when a nameless emotion when he looked at Tsuna. Tsuna still had the wait of the world on his shoulders.
He had given it up, when he agreed to this plan. Some part of Tsuna, a part that Reborn hadn't been able to beat out of him, still disliked making decisions. He had been too willing to give it all up to his younger self. But now he was back and… the job of Boss was still his.
"Tenth." When Tsuna looked up, he saw Gokudera standing in the doorway of the meeting room, Yamamoto standing just behind him. Their body language screamed a fear of rejection. "Do you need any help?"
Tsuna let another sigh slip from his lips and he smiled slightly. "Please."
Reborn was still dead, and once the plan involving their past selves had been revealed Tsuna had been left with only two of his guardians willing to speak to him. One was Mukuro, who needed medical care and was no help at all to talk to, the other was Hibari. who needed medical care and was no help at all.
Tsuna leafed through the papers detailing the damage done by the final battle, by the skirmishes before, reports on Byakuran's island where they had apparently played a game of CHOICE for the Vongola rings, the detailed analysis of a transportation system that Tsuna did not understand.
He was so, totally out of his depth.
Tsuna slid down so his arms rested on the table, and then his forehead. He sighed, his breath misting the metal underneath his face. The world was still there, almost the same as he had left it when Irie had turned him into molecules and stored him in his machine. Almost the same, but with the difference that Byakuran was gone, the most dangerous Millefiore antagonists destroyed. The Millefiore family had split in two, becoming the Gesso and Giglio Nero again, and the Giglio Nero were their allies, while the Gesso were scrambling to protect themselves from the Vongola's justice.
Yamamoto's father was still dead, and Gokudera's eyes were dark when a nameless emotion when he looked at Tsuna. Tsuna still had the wait of the world on his shoulders.
He had given it up, when he agreed to this plan. Some part of Tsuna, a part that Reborn hadn't been able to beat out of him, still disliked making decisions. He had been too willing to give it all up to his younger self. But now he was back and… the job of Boss was still his.
"Tenth." When Tsuna looked up, he saw Gokudera standing in the doorway of the meeting room, Yamamoto standing just behind him. Their body language screamed a fear of rejection. "Do you need any help?"
Tsuna let another sigh slip from his lips and he smiled slightly. "Please."