As expected, Squalo doesn’t look pleased to see Tsuna. “Voi! I could ask the very same of you, brat.” He scoffs at that last question, answering, “How the hell should I know? I’m not the bastard’s babysitter.”
.. Though, in reality, the answer is ‘yes’, Xanxus is around. Squalo knows so, too.
Nervously glancing at the intimidating male, Tsuna thought of all the possible reasons as to explain why the Varia was here. Perhaps Reborn was planning something again? It wouldn’t have surprised him if this was Reborn’s doing. But then again, it’s not like the Varia would just randomly show up out of their own accord. Besides, Xanxus antagonized Tsuna.
“Is there something important you have to do?” Tsuna asked, hoping that this conversation would end quickly. He was never a big fan of the Varia, and with Squalo’s loud, harsh voice it always intimidated him slightly.
Their lips rarely parting from each other, Kyoko only drew back when she found herself at a loss of breath by the quick and playful kisses that turn more romantic as the two lovers exchanged them. She felt herself blush slightly. It seemed that no matter how many times the two found themselves like this, she couldn’t help but feel a bit overwhelmed by the Decimo’s every touch or gaze.
His weight shifted forward, and he pushed her back gently. Kyoko complied without complaint, allowing him to hover over slightly, her back arching forward as she grabbed the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.
The younger Sasagawa shivered slightly at the touch of his finger against her skin, pulling at the bra strap that had fallen off her shoulder. Pulling back slightly, a small smile graced her features.
“Is it bothering you?” She questioned. “If it does, you can take it off if you want, Tsu-kun.” Kyoko said, kissing him once more.
Cupping her cheek with a hand, he kissed back lightly before studying her face, letting his eyes run across her lovely features. Giving her a small nod, he quietly slipped a hand underneath her shirt, trailing across soft skin. He could feel her body rising and falling gently with each breath that she took, delicately layered with anticipation. Another shiver could be felt from her as he playfully tickled her stomach. Seeing her quiver slightly made him grin at her, knowing that she’d always been more of a ticklish person.
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist the temptation,” he said apologetically, but nonetheless amused by her expression. He nodded in acknowledgement at the sound of her protest before using both hands to pull off her shirt, reaching up and giving it a good tug off her head.
Gazing at her smooth skin, he couldn’t help but notice the little frills decorating the edges of her pink bra. It was very cute on her, not to mention it was something he expected she would wear too. It was such a lovely sight for him.
Kyoko couldn’t help but squirm slightly from the warmth that the trail of kisses from her shoulder to her neck left behind. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to enjoy the feel of his lips pressed against her skin, happy that her desire for the two to be like this was being filled. Just something as simple as this was enough for her, really. Just the sight of the Vongola Decimo was enough to make her heart swell with joy. Tongue-twisted and time deprived, the younger Sasagawa rarely had a chance to voice her feelings or to show them in any sort of manner. It was times like these that she wished would last just a bit longer.
“I do think about you. I think about you more than I think about the others actually.”
Even after all these years, his words never managed to fail in making her blush. Looking away in an attempt to mask the sheepish grin on her face, a light dust of pink coated her cheeks as she blushed.
“I…I think about you a lot too. I understand as the Vongola Decimo you have a lot to handle, but I…” Her voice lowered so it was barely above a whisper. Her hand brushed his bangs, before cupping his cheek once again. “I love you, Tsuna.” It was rare for her to call him by his name only. Even after marriage she kept up a slight formality with the decimo, even if only by name. “I love you a lot.” She whispered, and leaned foreword, so her forehead was against his. The sudden shift in weight had caused her bra strap to fall off her shoulder, peeking out from underneath the short sleeved clothing she wore. The hand that previously cupped his cheek now moved down to his lips, her fingers brushing against his lips before her own replaced their spot there.
“I love you.”
Truly, it was rare for the two of them to refer to the other person without the usage of honorifics. Normally he would call her “Kyoko-chan” and him “Tsu-kun”. To hear her just say his name without any honorifics following it was quite different to his ears, but not unpleasant. Not that it mattered; hearing her call him that with such affection was always a welcome sound.
Tsuna kissed her back and back again, never growing tired of the soft feel of her lips pressed against his. “I love you too, Kyoko. I love you so very much,” he murmured into her ear. Pressing his forehead against hers, he smiled, allowing himself to bask in the moment. The atmosphere felt perfect. It was so sweet just being able to sit with her without even doing much.
The two exchanged a few more kisses, his kisses gradually getting more and more passionate. With a gentle push of his hand on her shoulder, he slowly pushed her down on the couch, all the while kissing her. The night was still young so he felt no need to rush. A single finger trailed down her arm towards the loose bra strap, tugging on it playfully, as if sending her a subtle message about it.
She felt herself flush slightly at the kiss left on her hand, a soft giggle escaping her lips. She allowed him to led her to the cough, resting beside him happily, overjoyed to be able to have her husband by her side.
“Really! I’m glad!” Kyoko clapped excitedly, the look on her face resembling a small child’s after being told they were going to go shopping for a new toy, or that there was a present waiting for them in the other room. Even though the younger Sasagawa was more than a little pleased about the time he was now spending with her, she decided to tease him a bit.
Pouting angrily, she attempted to glare at him.
“Tsu-kun’s always working so late! And he’s always gone in the morning.” Leaning in, she pressed her lips against his neck, her fingers fiddling with the buttons of his shirt as he undid the one under the one he had unbutton himself. Pulling back she kissed his lips once more, placing her hand so her fingers tips grazed the inner part of his thigh. Kyoko wasn’t sure about how much she should tease him, though, and and decided to stop there for now. Although it was always cute to see his reactions, whether it was a loud ‘HIIIIE’ that he rarely let out since he was a child or just a small blush, the younger Sasagawa couldn’t help but chuckle as a result.
“He should think about me more, instead of always worrying about everyone else.” Kyoko spoke in a hush tone now, her pout no longer angry, but still present.
“I miss you a lot.”
“I don’t even know where all this work is coming from,” he murmured, feeling her kiss just below the jawline. He could feel her fingers fumbling with his shirt button, undoing it before slowly moving it to his thigh. A faint, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips as she kissed him again, reliving the warmth.
“I do think about you. I think about you more than I think about the others actually.” It was true — his wife was never far from his mind. She was one of his top priorities after all. There wasn’t anyone around that had made him as happy as she did, not to mention how adorable she was, especially with that pout of hers.
“I missed you too.” He leaned in for another kiss before moving his lips down to her neck, brushing past her jawline and down to her shoulder, leaving light kisses on the way back up. Casting a quick glance at the closed door to relieve his own paranoia of someone walking by and peeking in through a crack in the door, he continued with his teasing. Much to his entertainment, she showed just a hint of a reaction of her ticklish, sensitive skin when his breath caressed her skin.
“I’m fairly certain that I got all my work taken care of,” he said quietly. “Even my attendants know not to disturb me during these rare breaks of mine. After all,” he added, chuckling lightly, “I’m supposed to be catching up on my rest.” Not that it really mattered. As long as he was able to spend time with her, Tsuna was content.
“Welcome home, Tsu-kun.” The female greeted him with a smile, land raised herself on her toes kiss him gently on the lips, a single hand cupping his cheek. It was rare for her husband to be back so early. Usually it would be sometime in the morning before he would return, Kyoko waking up to find the space that was empty next to her when she went to bed now occupied by the Vongola Decimo.
Her hand slipping off his cheek, it trailed down his arm until it intertwined with his own hand. Giving it a soft squeezed she smiled at him brightly.
“I missed you.” Her voice was soft and gentle, and she leaned in, clutching the fabric of his shirt with her other hand, inhaling the familiar and comforting scent he carried with him. Closing her eyes, she stood there in silent bliss for a few moments.
Pulling back, Kyoko smiled at him once more.
“How was work?” Usually he would just give a vague or one worded answer in response, never going into detail about the mafia. Although he did let her in on more things than he did ten years ago, he still did his best to shield her from the darkest and cruelest parts of the mafia world. Still, the younger Sasagawa made a point to ask every time had a moment together like this-of course, that was if they weren’t interrupted by one of the members of the Vongola, urging him to come complete a task involving the mafia.
“You’re home for the night, right, Tsu-kun?”
The usual “welcome home” kiss greeted him affectionately. He returned the kiss with an equal amount of love, smiling all the while. It was always wonderful coming back home to her warmth after a long day at work. Not that today was exceptionally difficult, but even so, it felt long and grueling.
“I’m finally home,” he said, giving her hand a light squeeze back before he pulled it towards his lips, placing a soft kiss on the back of her hand. “Work wasn’t too bad today, except one guy did get into a heated debate about increasing the budget for defensive measures.” Sighing, Tsuna led her to the couch where he sat down with a small grunt of relief, sinking into the plush fabric. He felt his weariness slowly ebb away sitting there next to her. Releasing his hand from hers, he loosened the black tie around his neck, changing from its once crisp, neat look to a disheveled piece of fabric that wrapped loosely around him.
Giving her another warm smile, Tsuna nodded. “I don’t have any more plans for tonight. It’s one of those few nights that I’ll actually be able to spend time with you.” It was no joke when it came to just how busy he was some days and nights for that matter. Ah, but it was all for the sake of protecting his friends so in the end it was worth it.
Shrugging out of his suit jacket, he rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, undoing the first button on it. There was no need to be all formal at home. It had always been his preference to be more casual and relaxed around Kyoko after long hours of sitting in a swiveling leather chair behind a stiff desk.
She waited for him to leave. She waited for him to turn his back to her once more. But he didn’t. Instead, the Vongola Tenth stood his ground in front of her. Kyoko felt her heart lighten up a bit, in hopes that he was staying, although it was dimmed down a bit by the fact that she knew very well it was his job to leave her to save the rest of his family. Even if it was the right thing to do, Kyoko couldn’t bear to see him leave again, not knowing if he would come back with a new battle scar, with a limb missing, or not come back at all. Maybe she was worrying too much, as his wife she should have more confidence in him, but for some reason she couldn’t help but feel as though something was going to happen.
Hesitantly, she reached out, her hand cupping his face softly, as she took a step forward, her feet arching up as her heels left the ground, her lips pressing against his softly. The warmth his lips against her own lingering a bit even after she pulled away.
Taking a step back to create some distance between the two again, the girl looked down, avoiding his gaze once more. What was she suppose to say? How was she suppose to react? What was she suppose to do? Should she follow her heart, or should she do what she knew she had to do?
“Go.” Kyoko ordered. The younger Sasagawa had already kept him longer than she should have. But it had given her time to come to the conclusion that she wanted him, but his comrades needed him.
“We can catch up after you save everyone. Be careful and don’t be afraid to come back home if things get too rough.” She leaned up again so her forehead pressed against his. “I love you, Tsuna.” Kyoko said, and smiled at him softly.
Her words spoke opposite of her desires, but both of them knew that he had to leave, and she couldn’t hold him back. Even though she wanted nothing more than to grab his hands and drag him back to their bedroom, closing the door and the rest of the world behind them. He looked exhausted. Couldn’t he just take a few more moments to rest. All he did was things for others, never doing something for himself, although he had given the world so much, it just kept asking for more, and he kept supplying.
How long could he do that before those flames of his burned out?
Out of worry, she bit her bottom lip, and sighed. As a fool who cared for him greatly, she thought it was best for him to stay, but as a wise person who knew better, she knew that he could do anything but that at this moment.
Moving back once more, a more genuine and up beat grin graced her lips.
“Come back home to me, okay?”
He closed his eyes for a moment, memorizing the feel of her lips against his. The feel of her kiss instilled a warm flame in his chest. When would be the next time he would feel the same warmth again? There was no way to tell. Sometimes they were separated for days, weeks, months.
Flinching at the determined tone in her voice, Tsuna could still hear the slight tremble in the back of her throat, telling him to leave. It was obvious neither of them wanted to part.
“I’ll come back home. I promise.” He gave her a small, reassuring smile to let her know that everything would be okay. After all, being the boss wasn’t just a title or honor bestowed on him. It proved he was more powerful than any other, a candidate fit to take on the roles of being the head of such a huge family. His success as a fighter and leader campaigning through various areas of the world caused his reputation to soar. And he did live up to it — it was rare to ever see him fall on his knees. Steel determination and never ending resolution kept him going even in the most painful of battles.
He leaned in for another quick kiss, gently brushing his lips across hers. “Say, we haven’t had our honeymoon yet,” he said quietly to her. Even in the time after their wedding, Tsuna was still rushing about here and there in the mansion itself, taking care of paperwork and going to various conferences. “I’m sorry. We should get to that when we come back, okay?” Straightening himself once more, he studied her face, trying to get eye contact. Another small smile formed, once more trying to reassure her that everything would be alright. She was the reason that he made it a priority to come back alive and whole.
“When I’m gone, take care of yourself alright? Don’t get hurt or anything. Otherwise I’ll be rushing right back to you.” Laughing a bit at the almost incredulous expression on her face as if he was mocking her for her ocasional clumsiness, he began walking towards the door. “I’ll be home before you know it,” he added in a somewhat optimistic tone.
Reaching the handle of the door, he turned around and gave her his best smile. There was no need to make it a sad farewell. He believed in leaving her with something happy to remember.