I Promise - Katekyo Hitman Reborn [COMPLETED]

1 : Gokudera Hayato

Ironic, really.

Gokudera had sworn to protect Jyuudaime -- his kind and gentle boss from any threat, and never let the brunet get hurt.

But in the end, it had been the other way round.

His boss had been the one that had hurt him, and the wound ran deeper than any physical injury could ever inflict.

Of course it was an action uncharacteristic of the usually patient Jyuudaime, but it had hurt all the same.

Neither side had really let go of the incident, even though Gokudera had ultimately apologised.

And so, Gokudera left his boss with several missions.

...As well as a heavy heart.

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The silveret watched his boss, suit crumpled and eyes furrowed in exhaustion as he signed yet another piece of dreaded paperwork.

The stacks of paper seemed never-ending and Gokudera cleared his throat, effectively startling the brunet and causing the twenty-five year old to drop his pen.

"Ah... Hayato..." The brunet yawned, stretching his stiff limbs as tired caramel orbs turned towards his right-hand man, who was frowning slightly. "What did you need?"

"Jyuudaime..." This was spoken with a hint of disapproval, causing the brunet to narrow his eyes slightly, but Gokudera steeled himself and pushed on. "Please take a break, you're overworking yourself."

But Tsuna brushed off the remark easily, choosing to smile amiably and continue signing his papers. "I'm fine, Hayato. Really."

"Please listen, Jyuudaime! You need to rest!"

At this, the don's eyes flashed slightly and Gokudera blinked uncomfortably, but refused to back down.

"Jyuudaime, this is for your own good!" He pushed on. "You need to take care of yourself and your health!" The silveret sighed, almost like he was scolding a petulant child.

It irked Tsuna to no ends, and his patience thinned, before snapping completely at the frown marring his right-hand man's face.

Something within the brunet seemed to just give way and snap.

Frustration that had bubbled within him for weeks had finally tipped over the edge.

"My own good?!" The brunet almost screeched, grabbing a fistful of hair and tugged -- Gokudera winced at that -- while caramel eyes flashed between caramel and dull amber dangerously.

The temperature of the room began to drop as Tsuna stood abruptly, fists tightening as he snarled, "You say it like it's my fault! Who is the one constantly causing me paperwork from their destruction? Who is the one that causes my sleepless nights?! Who is the one that never listens?! ALL YOU EVER DO IS CAUSE MORE HARM THAN GOOD!"

There.

Tsuna had said it.

He had poured out his frustrations on his friend, best friend, even.

And he regretted it.

"N-No, wait-! I-"

"Jyuudaime..." Green eyes brimmed with sorrow as the man bowed stiffly and interrupted his boss before replying tersely, "I... did not know you felt that way, Jyuudaime. I... apologise. I shall take my leave and head out to complete my assigned mission then."

Tsuna couldn't say a word. An aura of exhaustion hung around him as caramel eyes averted their gaze from the bomber, causing Gokudera to bite his bottom lip in massive amounts of grief.