{ The Hidden Sky }

{ 18 }

“Japanese.”

“Italian.”

“Other languages.”

'Intuition'

'Normal thoughts.'

[Third POV]

Tsuna had felt amazing the whole day, he felt happy.

But his energy was draining, he always had issues with being around others. Tsuna wanted, needed, to be alone after a while.

The sound and presence of people always got to him after a while, growing from just noise to something that overwhelmed him to the point of panic.

He needed the silence and pure loneliness to calm himself, his senses which believe blindly that everyone who wasn't family would try harm him.

Soon, the noise would become background as voices turn from whispers to screams.

Tsuna felt the dread pooling in his stomach, chest slowly tightening as he lost the ability to speak. Even if he tried, it would be weak. So very weak.

Kyoya seemed to have noticed and quickly lead him to a quieter part of town, worried about his bunny.

“Usagi?” Kyoya asked, Tsuna didn't answer.

Tsuna had closed his eyes, taking a deep yet shaky breath.

Kyoya watched and waited, he wasn't leaving his bunny to deal with this alone. He had listened before when Tsuna told him to leave but now he wouldn't, his bunny needed to learn people were there for him and Kyoya will stand, never wavering, being the second support pillar Tsuna needed.

Kyoya knew very well Tsuna didn't talk about all his problems with his mother, Nana. And he understood, Kyoya didn't tell some of his own issues to his mother either.

Nana will always be Tsuna's support pillar but now Kyoya would be his second, the bunny deserved this.

He deserved feeling the love, feeling appreciated, feeling at home.

“Sorry...” Tsuna whispered, voice shaky and weak. Eyes dulled with a gloss over them, Tsuna heard a tiny voice whisper that Kyoya didn't care.

Tsuna didn't believe that voice.

He was on a edge. Where emotions are numbed by the overwhelming feeling of dread and anxiety, words being whispered that hold memories, and as Kyoya sees the sudden in takes of breaths he takes Tsuna's hand.

Kyoya smiles a little as Tsuna accepts the touch, tightening the hold as he tries ground himself.

“It's okay,” Kyoya replies quietly, “Stop worrying Usagi. Breath.”

It takes a bit Kyoya's words seem to have an effect on Tsuan, the quickened in-takes of air slowing to a calmer pace, eyes gaining back their color, and shoulders relaxing.

A slow process but a good one nonetheless.

“Thanks...” Tsuna whispered, he still felt unable to talk. An after-effort of hearing the loud whispers.

Whispers about wishes. Wishes to be home, to not feel the pain, to be free.

Whispers spoken by others. Scientist's crazy babbles, the unbearable silence is mafia men, the gun shots, the explosions, the burns of flames.

And the whispers from his flames. The spirits quiet echoes, words about the future, worry about the present, everything and nothing all at once.

Tsuna sometimes forgets how complex life is, the reminder comes in the forms of whispers.