tsuntempesta: (tyl)
[Some may have noticed that a certain Storm Guardian seemed to have practically disappeared. He hadn't left the island, no. . . In fact, he was still there. . . Though he had hidden himself away on a secluded area on the island. Once the future Gokudera had returned, he couldn't get himself to return to his Boss. Not after what happened. . . Not after nearly killing the man he loved and devoted his life to. There was a pile of cigarette butts beside him, and the man himself looked . . . not so great. He hadn't had much motivation to take care of himself, after all. At this point, he honestly just. . .didn't care. He pulled his knees to his chest, resting his chin on his knees, the look in his eyes distant as he simply stared forward at nothing in particular. He couldn't deny that he felt lonely. . . But at the same time, he felt like he deserved this loneliness. He really hadn't deserved to stand at Tsuna's right hand side at all. Someone needs to come kick this idiot out of his funk. Srsly.]

". . ."
tsuntempesta: (tyl)
[There were a number of things you should never do when it concerns a Gokudera. The highest ranked on this list was to cause any harm to one particular individual. This person was, of course, Sawada Tsunayoshi. So for him to have stumbled into his bedroom to find his lover sprawled across the bed covered in a mixture of flower petals and blood. . . Well, needless to say, the Storm Guardian was out for blood himself. In fact, he knew precisely the man who had done this. There was only one person it could have been. . . and rest assured, he would not survive the night. Silver-green eyes were narrowed into sharp slits, a feline sauntering at his side as he ran a finger over the smooth surface of stick of dynamite. Very few people would ever see this particular expression on the Vongola's Right Hand Man. . . and none generally lived to remember it. ]
tsuntempesta: (Default)
[Gokudera had been fast asleep when the change had happened, in fact, he remained asleep. He hadn't even acknowledged that one of his wings - soft, silvery, down-like wings - had draped over the other sleeping beside him gently. He offered a little mumble, curling in closer to Tsuna - the sun seemed to have taken to coming in through their bedroom window and Gokudera was not at all happy with this. He had been quite comfortably sleeping, after all. ]
tsuntempesta: (Default)
[Something felt strange. It had since he had gotten his shower that morning and he hadn't been able to pinpoint just what was so strange. . . Unable to find anything out of place, he'd simply continued on with his day, relatively normal. . . But something was not there, and regardless, he couldn't stop thinking about this as he sat at the counter in 'Tempesta Disegni sketching up a design. He took a sip of his coffee, before pushing the glasses back up on the bridge of his nose and continuing to sketch. Something still wasn't right.]

" . . This is going to drive me fucking insane. . ."
tsuntempesta: (TYL - 7 [BLUUUSH])
[It was rather early in the morning - the sun hadn't even come up yet. Most people would have probably been asleep at this hour, but for some odd reason the older Gokudera Hayato was not. The Storm Guardian wasn't entire sure what woke him up. Perhaps it was the pressure of something gently tied around his neck, or the much more immense pressure around his torso. . . maybe it was the fact that something frilly kept brushing up against his legs . . . But whatever it was, it had woken him up. And he wasn't very pleased when he opened his eyes to find himself amoungst a measurable amount of pink satiny fabric. (Pink. . .? Had. . .they changed the bedsheets recently? Why did they even own pink of all colors anyways?) Things would only go from bad to worse as he stood up, sorting out the tool-fluffed skirt and trying to ease the pressure on his torso into a position that may have been a little more comfortable. Had he not still been mostly asleep at the moment, these things alone would have caused some concern. But no. He didn't realize until he sleepily staggered into the bathroom, green eyes blinking back at the strange woman in the mirror. Except, that she really didn't seem all that strange - certainly not unfamiliar. . . ]

". . Maman. . .?"

[The word was whispered out in confusion. It looked almost exactly like her. . Though he'd never known his mother to wear a little silver circlet with a little ruby jewel dangling from it. . . nor the soft petal-pink lipstick . . .Or. . .wait. That. . . Why had his voice sounded so. . .]

" . . .????"

[. . . Wasn't he looking in the bathroom mirror? So. . . Shouldn't that have him in the mirror. . . Then wh. . .wha. . ."]

"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?!"

[She. Yes. SHE was storming out of the bathroom now, the door slamming back against the wall with an audible slam.]

"WHO EVER THE FUCK IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS IS GOING TO FUCKING DIE IF IT’S THE LAST GOD DAMN THING I DO!!”

[Pretty Princess Hayato was not happy. And in her obnoxiously loud, shrill yell she was announcing this to the world. . . and to add a little more humility to this whole situation, she - unused to these cute delicate little heels - tripped. Landing spectacularly on her cute little ass.]

"FUCKING FUCK!! GOD DAMMIT!! SHIT!"

[Oh, yes. Cute, delicate Pretty Princess Hayato had a very cute, delicate vocabulary. If you were to happen to come into the living room of apartment 027, you would see a dainty young woman in a satiny pink corset dress - and of course a cute puffy pink skirt with little ribbons. . . She had a cute little pink ribbon tied around her neck, another cute little pink ribbon in her hair, soft petal-pink lipstick applied just perfectly to those cute little lips that were now in a cute little pout. . and a cute little silver circlet with a cute little ruby jewel. . . and if you were to just so much as slightly mention how 'cute' or 'little' it was, she would probably try to blow you up with explosives. Because right now she was loathing the words 'cute' and 'little'. Oh. And 'Princess'. Mentioning any of these could also prove slightly life threatening.]
tsuntempesta: (tyl)
[After Tsuna had left to his own room, Gokudera had done the same. . . And for a while, he simply laid there, trying to sleep. . . But found that sleep really wasn't coming to him. With a sigh, he pulled himself up from the bed and pulled on the crimson and ebony-hued Yukata. This 'vacation' was supposed to make them relax, right? Well. It wasn't working for him. This fact was infuriating.]

[Well, to be fair, it had worked well enough while he was with Tsuna. . .but now in the silence of his room his mind let itself wander. . . Onto various subjects, none of which he really wanted to be thinking about just now. For example, Thalassa, Yamamoto, that stupid letter that his stupid younger self left him, Thalassa, Yamamoto again. . . and what the hell did some 15 year old know about the situation anyways? What the hell right did he have to be bitching him out? It was absolutely infuriating. He hadn't forgotten that lesson from ten years ago. That fight with Bel was far from forgettable. It was another one of the many failures in his life. He felt terrible for leaving Tsuna. . .But at the same time, it was a step taken to protect the one he loved. If it came down to his life or Tsuna's. . .Then of course he would chose to save Tsuna's. That wasn't even debatable.]

" .. Tch!"

[His fists clenched at his sides as he decided to leave his room. He had no idea where he was going, but he certainly didn't want to stay in there thinking about all of this. Because it was absolutely fucking infuriating.]
tsuntempesta: (Sleeping~)
[For anyone who might be in the area, it seemed that someone had returned - although missing about ten years. None the less, there was a young Storm Guardian curled up on the couch in apartment number 027. He'd only been there for a few minutes, if even, and it appeared that he was quiet fast asleep. There also appeared to be someone else with him - a particular feline. Unlike the sleeping teen, Uri was very much awake - and very much alert. The smallest of sounds and his fur would stand on end, ears pressing back. Until alerted, however, the feline would remain snuggled close to Gokudera, honestly just glad that he was still alive. . . Though the feline was more concerned for the future Storm Guardian. . . He had no way of telling if he'd returned as well. . . But for now, he would settle for protecting the younger Gokudera.]
tsuntempesta: (tyl)
[He had found it quite difficult to leave Tsuna behind like that. . .but. . . it was something that had to be done. . .For Tsuna's sake. . . Though he had left Uri - for whatever protection the feline could provide in his current form. . . and now that he had slipped out of the Cafe, he began his search for Basil. The thought that he was going through with this was sickening - he hated himself for it more than words could ever possibly express. . . But more than anything Tsuna's safety was the number one priority in his mind. No matter what, he had to protect Tsuna. No matter who else he had to harm in the process. He had sworn himself to the task of protecting Tsuna, after all. . . But that really didn't make this easier.]

". . .I . . .really am. . .a terrible person. . ." 

[The words were mumbled to himself with a broken, disgusted little chuckle.] 
tsuntempesta: (TYL - 2 [Ehh?])
[. . He hadn't even reached the door and yet for some reason he simply couldn't shake off this nauseated feeling in the pit of his stomach. Surely Joshua would be home, answer the door and make some kind of lewd comment. Probably running around in some kind of bikini thong thing, as per usual. He was worried about nothing, right? So why was he so hesitant to knock on the door. . .? After a few more moments, he lifted his hand, rapping on the door.]

" . . Josh? . . . You in there. . . ?"
tsuntempesta: (Moar Layna)
[Well, of all the things he'd expected to come back to. . . Being in a woman's body was certainly not one of them. He could only assume by the way 'she' was dressed that his younger self had something to do with this. . .Though what, he honestly had no idea. Or maybe it was an island. Or hell, probably even a mixture of the two. At any rate, it wasn't worth questioning. Maybe he was finally getting used to all the weird shit that goes down here?]

". . . This is. . ." ['She' frowned a little, somewhere in the vicinity of the abandoned building. There might have also been an Uri on 'her' head.]

" . . I really hope I'm not like this for much longer. . ." [Sighs.]

[. . . Gokudera seriously hoped he wouldn't need to get changed, use the restroom or have a shower anytime soon. Stripping a female body did not appeal to him in the least. And not just because he's gay either.]
tsuntempesta: (Layna)
[He offered a soft groan as he shut his eyes and let the almost-too-hot water splash down over him. This place was really quite. . .stressful. . . But there was nothing a nice relaxing shower at around 1am couldn't soothe. At least temporarily. He ran a through his hair, rinsing out the last bit of conditioner. Well, his hair was done now. . . one more thing left to do. He reached for the body wash - for a split second there. . .He felt quite odd. Oh well. Must have be no--- Oh my. When do <i>those</i> get there. The other was so startled by this sudden change, that they came bursting out of the bathroom - completely naked and dripping to boot with a scream that could have woken the dead.]

"W-WHAT THE HELL!?" [. . .That voice sounded rather . . womanly. . .as well. . . Ohhhh boy. Was he drunk again. . .Or was he seriously a she?]
tsuntempesta: (tyl)

[The first thing Gokudera became aware of was a splitting headache – it was similar to how he’d imagine a speeding locomotive to the face would feel. He groaned softly, burying his face into his pillow to try to block the pounding sensation out. . . but it really wasn’t doing any good. It seemed he was going to have to get up and get some sort of painkiller. . . As for what happened the night before? Like fuck he remembered. He remembered going out for a couple of drinks – with no intentions whatsoever of getting drunk. . . but it seemed that things hadn’t quite worked out like he’d intended – though this would hardly be the first time. . .Eh. . . .But beyond that he couldn’t remember much of anything.]

 

“. . .Fuuuuck.”

 

[Oh, the joys of getting drunk. The Storm Guardian groaned as he pulled himself up unwilling from the nice warm bed, holding no delusions about who likely put him there. Of course, he’d caused more problems for Tsuna. Again. Like always. He sighed as he stumbled his way towards the kitchen, pausing only a moment to offer Uri a little pet. It was on the way. . So why not? A moment later found him rummaging through the cabinets in hopes of finding some kind of painkiller. Preferably something strong. . .]
tsuntempesta: (TYL - 7 [BLUUUSH])
[It was rather late at night, not too terribly far from their apartment where a man was staggering his way around aimlessly. A cell phone was gripped in his hand, and he seemed to be glaring at it as if it had committed some heinous crime. How dare this stupid piece of technology try to prevent him from contacting his Juudaime? He growled at it, before tossing to the ground. Quite forcefully.]

“ . . stupid. . . piece. . of shit. . “

[These words were growled out almost awkwardly. As if he seriously had to stop and think about the words. On top of which, they were slurred together to a degree. The usual scent of cigarette smoke seemed to have been mixed with a hint of alcohol – ergo, the man was clearly quite drunk. . . .and possibly about to blow up a rather nice, expensive cell phone. Hey. It defied the Vongola. So he was going to eliminate it. Explosively.] 
tsuntempesta: (Dera - Uri)

If anyone had wandered by the abandoned building, they might have notice that the doors and windows were all wide open, a man currently busying himself with cleaning up the place. They might have also noticed a feline scurrying about, seeming quite interested in the broom that Gokudera was using. He chuckled a little at Uri’s behavior, pausing a moment to bend down and pick him up.]

 

 “. . .You’re being pretty counter productive, you know. . .”

 

[The cat just meowed at him, batting at his face before squirming loose and deciding instead to play in the piles of dirt and dust that had been neatly swept up. Probably out of spite.]

 

“. . A-ah! Uri! Stop that! . . . Knew I should have left you back at the apartment. . .”

 

[Sighing a little, before resuming what he was doing. He’d clean up the mess that Uri was making later – for now he focus on cleaning an area a little further away from where the feline was playing.]


tsuntempesta: (TYL - 13 [Rain])

[The scent of freshly spilled blood and gun powder was the first thing he became aware of, the next was the weight of a gun in his hand – looking down confirmed his suspicions to this was, indeed, a gun. The next thing was the sobs of two ‘other’ people in the 'room', his brow now knitting in worry as his gaze returned up, widening at the sight before him. It was. . .himself. . . Well, two of himself to be more exact – a three-year old him and a fifteen-year old him. ]

 

[The youngest of his selves was in a heap on the ground, hands clutched in fear and worry at the dress of a motionless female figure. He felt his heart nearly stop as he recognized her, a single word becoming obvious in the smallest boy’s sobs.] “. . Mama! Mama. . .!!

 

 [He took several steps back, dropping the weapon to the ground before another yell met his ears.] “JUUDAIME!” [His body now trembled uncontrollably, otherwise rooted to the spot as his stared in a mixture of horror and shock at the familiar figure held close in the arms of his teenage self – completely covered in crimson liquid.]

 

“ . .N-no. .”

 

[The word was gasped out, shaking his head at the scene. It. . . this. . . it just. . couldn’t. . . be real. . . He would never. . . A nightmare. . . It. . .It had to be. . . But it was all too real. The heavy scent in the air, a pressure of the wall against his back – he hadn’t even acknowledged the fact that he stepped back. . . The young boy looked up from the form of his dead mother, his face tear-streaked, eyes full of emotion.] “. . . w-why? W-why did you. . why did you take. . M-Mama. . away?!”

 

“ . . I-I. . I. . . “ [He couldn’t even speak, though the next thing that grabbed his attention was a yell of anger and hatred – one that struck him to his very core. His teenage self had lifted his gaze from the bloodied form in his arms, fury, sorrow and loathing like he’d never seen before all so very clear in his eyes.] “Y-YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU LOVED HIM! W-WHY THE HELL DID YOU. . DID YOU . .?!” [The next thing he knew the ‘other’ was lunging for him, his eyes shutting tightly.] “ . .S-stop. . p-please. . .g-god. . god dammit. . s-stop. . I. . I. . J-Juudaime. . ! . . . M-mother. . I. . .I’m sorry. . I’m sorry. . . s-sor. . .ry. . . Please. . .s-stop. .” [To anyone else, they would have simply seen him outside of the apartment he shared with the others alone, his back pressed to the wall as he sat on the ground, knees to chest, trembling, sobbing. . . and talking and yelling at himself. . .Apology after apology, accusation after accusation. . .]  

tsuntempesta: (Glasses)
[Leaning his head against the window of the apartment, gazing outside as the rain drizzled down. One hand was rested on Uri, who seemed quite content to sleep the day away, his other occupied with a book. A pair of reading glasses were perched on his nose, his hair pulled back. He sighed as he scratched Uri behind the ears.]

" . .This weather sucks. . ." [Mumbling to the sleeping cat, who just gave a flick of his tail and continued to sleep. Gokudera chuckled at this, shaking his head.] " . .Not so bad when you're not being a Hell beast. . ."
tsuntempesta: (Some days are like this)
[If anyone happens to be around the old abandoned building that a certain Storm Guardian has checking out as of late, they might notice something. Or rather a younger version of the man who had been here a few moments ago. He was currently covered in scratches, Uri perched on his head. He seemed rather determined about something, ignoring that strange cat on his head for the time being. He would deal with the violent little beast later, after he'd taken care of the far more important business of finding a certain Tsunafish.]

"JUUDAIME~~!"

[ . . and what better way to find him than to make use of that obnoxiously loud voice he'd been blessed with?]
tsuntempesta: (Dera - Uri)
[He was for the first in what felt like forever, he felt completely happy. Things finally seemed to be getting better for him - and of course the thing that likely drove this feeling furthest was Tsuna's return. He'd never imaged he'd be given the chance to once more stand at his Boss' side. . . This chance to be in the one place he believed he belonged more than anything was. . . well.  . to say 'uplifting' would be an understatement. Not to mention, it wasn't simply Tsuna that was making things seem so much better. Of course, there were others contributing to his mood - Revya, being one of them. He'd only known the younger man for a little while, but he was already feeling attached. . . Something to the equivalent of an older brother, he supposed. Then, naturally, the presence of the others such as Basil and Yamamoto. . . It was almost like the Family was gathering in this place - which seemed like paradise. The weather had been nice on top of that. . . Which was always a wonderful thing.

A soft smile lit his lips as he continued on his little walk, Uri perched on his head. For the moment, the cat seemed content as well. Definately not a bad thing, because Uri in a bad mood  could normally prove itself to be a little more than slightly painful. . . He paused outside of what appeared to be an empty building - relatively nice sized. . . Silver eyes peered in through the window curiously - it was definately an empty, unused building. . .

. . . Convenient.  It seemed almost like the perfect place. . . ]

" . .Huh. . ."
tsuntempesta: (TYL - 13 [Rain])
[Seems to have returned to the beach at some point, sitting in the sand with his knees to his chest. He seemed to be staring out at the ocean blankly, before reaching into his coat pocket to pull out his cigarettes. . . To find only an empty pack. . Had he really smoked that many already? ]

" . . D-dammit. . ."

[He crushed the empty carton in his hand before simply droping it to the ground. . . and going back to watching the ocean. It may not have seemed like he was doing much, but anyone who knew him would know he was upset. The sag of his shoulders, the subtle trembling . . . And usually when he got like this, he had a tendency to lash out. . . Even at those closest to him. In some aspects, it really was just better to leave him alone when he was like this. Unless, of course, you were the one person he wouldn't lash out at. A Juudaime, perhaps. . .  ?]
tsuntempesta: (TYL - 9 [What?!])
 [He groaned softly as he tried to bury his face to block out the sun trying to wake him up – however instead of a soft pillow. . It seemed like he was nuzzling something rather. . coarse. . . definitely not a blanket or a pillow. . . In fact it felt almost like. . .]
 
“. . . Sand?”

[He sat up, dusting the sand from his suit as he looked around in a daze. . . A beach? That. . certainly wasn’t right. . .Last he remembered. . . He was visiting Tsuna’s grave. .and. . . That was right. . He was speaking to the Tsuna from the past. . . ! Gokudera Hayato looked downward a moment, one of the rings on his fingers catching his attention. One that had supposedly been destroyed. . . Yet, here it was on his finger. . . As if he’d never even removed it.]
 
“ . .W-what the hell is going on?”

[The voice was deeper, smoother than the voice of the boy that had – only a few moment before – been laying in the sand precisely where this older man now sat. His attention had been caught by another figure not far from him on the beach. ]” . . T-Takeshi! Where. . .where are we?! What’s with this?”

[He held up his hand to reveal the Storm Ring, a rather baffled expression on his face. Who wouldn’t be confused in a situation like this. . .? And though he hadn’t realized it, Yamamoto very well may have. . . But the teenager who was fast asleep on the beach only a few minutes ago was absolutely no where to be found. . . ]

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