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Apr. 19th, 2010 04:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaEnma lies on his back on the bed. The bed is new, the mattress is new, even the sheets and the coverlet is new. The room that Enma is lying in stinks of newness. If Enma was not such a failure it might even be clean too, but it's littered with his detritus. His schoolwork is scattered over his (new) desk, and his bag hangs off the (new) chair. Socks and pants dangle from the half opened drawers of his (new) wardrobe.
He rolls over onto his right side and pillows his head carefully with one bruised arm. His cheek aches from the pressure, but staring at the wall (new paint) is at least different from staring at the ceiling.
He can't stop thinking about Sawada Tsunayoshi.
Enma hadn't expected the Vongola family. He had known they were young, Japanese, and powerful, but he had not expected… well, he had not expected anyone to be able to stand up to Adelheid. He hadn't expected Sawada Tsunayoshi either.
He really had not expected Tsuna.
Enma wasn't brilliant, but he wasn't an idiot either. He could see the difference between the Shimon family and the Vongola immediately. Despite the rings, and the flames, and the fact that they were kind of almost sort of nearly as strong as the Vongola… they were weak. Far weaker than the Vongola and it was all Enma's fault.
Tsuna was strong.
Enma rolls back onto his back to stare up at the ceiling. Tsuna was strong. And it was not just because of his 'dying will' or the flames on his hands or his hyper intuition. Tsuna's strength lay in the fact that even though he protested and claimed that the fight was not his business he had still dragged Enma up there claiming that they had to stop Hibari and Adelheid. Tsuna had protected Enma from the assassins…
Tsuna was strong, but he did not use his strength against the weak.
That in itself was weakness.
But…
Enma closes his eyes and thought about Tsuna's smile, and how unkempt he could look, and… he rolls out of bed and shuffles to the door to turn off the lights, then he collapses back into bed and pulls up the sheet before rolling onto his side away from the door. This way if anyone were to burst in (Adelheid, Koyo, someone else) he could pretend he was sleeping or at least would have time to pull up his pants.
Closing his eyes Enma imagines Tsuna. He doesn't think about the jolt that went through him when their rings reacted to each other (sky ring to sky ring), he thinks about the soft touch of skin under his fingers, and the way bruises collected on Tsuna's cheeks and jaw. He thinks about how friendly and open Tsuna is about his failure and how cute he looks when he smiled.
Enma does not take long to get hard.
Enma thinks about the second bump of hands. Back to back, soft knuckles against bruised ones. He thinks about how easy it would have been to hold Tsuna's hand.
It doesn't take Enma long to come either.
He rolls over onto his right side and pillows his head carefully with one bruised arm. His cheek aches from the pressure, but staring at the wall (new paint) is at least different from staring at the ceiling.
He can't stop thinking about Sawada Tsunayoshi.
Enma hadn't expected the Vongola family. He had known they were young, Japanese, and powerful, but he had not expected… well, he had not expected anyone to be able to stand up to Adelheid. He hadn't expected Sawada Tsunayoshi either.
He really had not expected Tsuna.
Enma wasn't brilliant, but he wasn't an idiot either. He could see the difference between the Shimon family and the Vongola immediately. Despite the rings, and the flames, and the fact that they were kind of almost sort of nearly as strong as the Vongola… they were weak. Far weaker than the Vongola and it was all Enma's fault.
Tsuna was strong.
Enma rolls back onto his back to stare up at the ceiling. Tsuna was strong. And it was not just because of his 'dying will' or the flames on his hands or his hyper intuition. Tsuna's strength lay in the fact that even though he protested and claimed that the fight was not his business he had still dragged Enma up there claiming that they had to stop Hibari and Adelheid. Tsuna had protected Enma from the assassins…
Tsuna was strong, but he did not use his strength against the weak.
That in itself was weakness.
But…
Enma closes his eyes and thought about Tsuna's smile, and how unkempt he could look, and… he rolls out of bed and shuffles to the door to turn off the lights, then he collapses back into bed and pulls up the sheet before rolling onto his side away from the door. This way if anyone were to burst in (Adelheid, Koyo, someone else) he could pretend he was sleeping or at least would have time to pull up his pants.
Closing his eyes Enma imagines Tsuna. He doesn't think about the jolt that went through him when their rings reacted to each other (sky ring to sky ring), he thinks about the soft touch of skin under his fingers, and the way bruises collected on Tsuna's cheeks and jaw. He thinks about how friendly and open Tsuna is about his failure and how cute he looks when he smiled.
Enma does not take long to get hard.
Enma thinks about the second bump of hands. Back to back, soft knuckles against bruised ones. He thinks about how easy it would have been to hold Tsuna's hand.
It doesn't take Enma long to come either.
