“Doing sorts of things with him through the ring in his dreams.” Accessing to his mind through this ring.” “Just what you’re trying to do.” The Seventh Boss of Vongola commented. “Tsuna.” A murmur welled deep in his throat, “My Tsuna.” The one that haunted him in his dreams with his ever soft eyes and affectionate hugs.Īs Tsuna looked all troubled and confused with his inner feeling, the great Vongola Primo gazed at him, sadness clouding over his eyes. The one had came out from his ring, as though responding to his screams in his heart when battling with Byakuran, eyes ever molten gold and gorgeous, protecting him from the wrath of the demon.
Of whom he thought of when he was in grave danger. He slapped his hand to his forehead, wondering why he was dreaming about his ancestor. “Uhm.” He answered, the lingering warmth of the man in his dream giving him shivers down to the spine, “Thank you, mum.” He called softly, eyes wondering down to the sheets of his bed.Īs his mother exited his room, he let himself fall back and into the bed again, eyes wide in reminiscence. “Tsu-kun, you are going to be late!” she chirped, not at all troubled by the fact her son looked flushed, eyes misty and faraway, “Better get ready, the breakfast is all set!” Tsuna opened his eyes wide, feeling the bask of morning sun into his face, as a shadow loomed closer to reveal as his loving mother, smiling at him brightly. His breath lingering in Tsuna’s face, the will to stay near as strong as Giotto’s his self. “Tsuna.” He breathed out, refusing to leave Tsuna, burying his head into the crook of Tsuna’s neck, and closed his eyes.
The Vongola Primo was looking at him, golden eyes ever so soft and seemed to be always in full of painful sadness. “Giotto?” he questioned softly, eyes snapping open as he titled his head slightly to the left to gaze at Giotto. His back snuggled comfortably into Giotto’s chest, bright brown eyes half-closed with sleepiness, as he felt the arms wrapped around his waist tightened slightly.