025 - [il suo desiderio]
Jan. 19th, 2010 09:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tsuntempesta[The teen was currently standing right at the waters edge, his barefeet pressed into the wet sand as silvery-green eyes watching the water lap at his legs. His pants were rolled up, shoes somewhere off to the side and safely away from the water. It was quiet here - away from everyone else. A little seculuded corner of the beach, just for him and his musings. Considering he was rarely around, just relaxing like this wasn't something he got too much of. . . Even more rare were the moments he got to spend with those that meant most to him. All because of his future self. It seemed like his future self was always the one in control - there really was no fair balance to it - but then fair wasn't exactly a concept that ever really applied itself itself to life - and certainly not his of all things. A small frustrated noise escaped him as he thought about his future.
Honestly, from what he'd heard. . . That wasn't at all the future he wanted nor the future he'd imagined. That man was not the man he wanted to be. Not a man worthy of standing at the Decimo's right hand side, not even a man worthy of a position in the Vongola period. It seemed like despite all of the failure he often faced at his current position in time, it would only get worse as time progressed.
He wanted to be someone that Tsuna could prouldy and honestly claim as his right hand man. He wanted to be able to be there for Tsuna. . .and to protect the other from anything that came his way. He didn't want to be the one who always seemed to get one-upped, no matter how much feeling or effort he applied. He was sick of everything going so very wrong just when he thought that for once. . . For once he might have been doing something right. God forbid that he actually succeed at something. His hands clenched at his sides another little frustrated noise escaping him.
He would give anything to be that perfect right hand man - the one who always came out on top, the one that could always be depended on. . .]
Honestly, from what he'd heard. . . That wasn't at all the future he wanted nor the future he'd imagined. That man was not the man he wanted to be. Not a man worthy of standing at the Decimo's right hand side, not even a man worthy of a position in the Vongola period. It seemed like despite all of the failure he often faced at his current position in time, it would only get worse as time progressed.
He wanted to be someone that Tsuna could prouldy and honestly claim as his right hand man. He wanted to be able to be there for Tsuna. . .and to protect the other from anything that came his way. He didn't want to be the one who always seemed to get one-upped, no matter how much feeling or effort he applied. He was sick of everything going so very wrong just when he thought that for once. . . For once he might have been doing something right. God forbid that he actually succeed at something. His hands clenched at his sides another little frustrated noise escaping him.
He would give anything to be that perfect right hand man - the one who always came out on top, the one that could always be depended on. . .]
