A/N: Hey all, 'tis your goddess once again! And I am here to inform you that there is no slash here. *collective surprised gasps* What? Is it so strange that I haven't written anything slash? * collective "yes!"* Well, thanks for the vote of confidence...
So, I wrote this for a contest on the forum I frequent and get this; I won! The prize is something that only forum members would understand, but it's a good prize anyway. Now, go on and read it. I'll explain some more things at the end note.
Disclaimer: No... just no...
The time had come. It had finally come and Tsuna expected it. He had known for a long time he would have to do something like this, but it didn't stop his heart from beating ten times faster. It didn't stop his palms from sweating or his knees from shaking. The thought of knowing what he absolutely had to do didn't stop him from being scared out of his mind. He might be the Vongola Decimo now, the leader of the most powerful mafia family in the world, but in some way he was still that scared little boy that wanted nothing to do with the mafia.
He stepped into the dimly lit room that was behind the large steel door. His six guardians followed him, all solemn-faced, even the usually boisterous Ryohei and hyper Lambo. This was the first time they had gotten together for such an occasion. It was sure to suck any light-hearted mood right out of anyone's heart.
Reborn was already there, standing just a few feet away from a bloodied and bruised man who sat against the far wall. Tsuna's usually warm brown eyes turned cold and narrowed at the man, who cowered beneath his gaze. It was a small comfort that after five years of Reborn's tutelage Tsuna was able to embody a cold mafioso perfectly. He was sure he'd break down later though.
Tsuna locked eyes with Reborn, who nodded and hopped up onto Yamamoto's shoulder, probably for a better view. Gokudera stepped up next to Tsuna and reached into his jacket, bringing out a gleaming 9mm pistol that was standard issue for most police men. The wicked, deadly gleam of the metal caused a subtle shiver to travel through Tsuna's body, but fortunately no one noticed.
The Decimo took hold of the gun and lifted it, inspecting it for a second, feeling the weight of the weapon in his palm and causing the prisoner to cower even more. Tsuna told himself the prisoner deserved this; this was the punishment for selling family secrets to rival families, for endangering the life of his friends and loved ones. Tsuna pushed aside thoughts of the prisoner's own family as he pointed the barrel at the pleading man, his finger tightening on the trigger.
This was his life now. In order to protect his family he had to get rid of those who wanted to harm them and he was starting with the man who was sniveling before him, pleading him to spare his life. With his guardians and ex-tutor as his witness, Tsuna squeezed the trigger and he prepared himself for an echoing bang to haunt his dreams for the rest of his life.
A/N: Yay, it's done! I've always wanted to write something like this and now I have! I'll probably write something more dramatic in the future, so you might want to look out for that.
Anyway, you must be wondering why I'm not shitting out stories like I usually do. Well, it's because my Lappie is now broken. Permanently. Yes, I know, it sucks like a bad blowjob and I cried when I got the news, but there's nothing I can do about it. All my files are still in Lappie's hard drive and unless I get a flash drive that can hold my abundance of files or an external hard drive (which my mom won't friggin' buy for me!) I can't get any of my half-finished stories that are still in there.
I do have a computer, but it's so outdated and sucky that I don't feel comfortable writing my stories on it. I'll try my best but I won't make any promises. Just keep an eye out and wish me luck, ne?
Thank you and have a nice day! *bows*