Could you do a scenario where the Vongola learn their s/o broke up with them because the s/o figured out they were in the mafia and was afraid of being killed for it?
“What are you doing here?” There was an accusation in your tone and the way you looked around worriedly confused him momentarily.
“I was coming to eat…apparently like you were.” He was regretting choosing this restaurant, but how had he been supposed to know that you would be hear this evening as well. There was still some pain from the break up that had come suddenly, only a few months before.
“Of course you were,” the sarcasm was clear in your voice.
“What’s the big deal?” He was getting angry now. It wasn’t like he was the one who broke things off without a word or explanation. If anyone deserved to be angry it was him.
“What’s the big deal? The big deal is that cutting things off with you, doesn’t exactly work if I’m spotted ‘meeting’ you for dinner, in an out of the way restaurant.” There was a touch of panic in your tone, but He couldn’t bring himself to care. Righteous anger burning brightly.
“By your enemies.”
“So you don’t think I could keep you safe.”
“Two months ago you lost an entire squad of trained men. You couldn’t keep them safe…meanwhile, I have no training. You’d better believe that I was getting the hell out of dodge, but quick.”
He couldn’t deny it, the accusation hit him hard. He still was having trouble sleeping over the memories of the mistakes made – mistakes he should have realized would be a problem when he went over the mission plans. “There were…mistakes, Y/n. We know that now. It was avoidable and we know what to fix next time.”
It sounded weak even to his own ears, and clearly you weren’t falling for it. “Those mistakes, sure. But others will be made. And I don’t want to be the victim of those.”
“I can’t blame you for that.” Tsuna offered. He couldn’t ask you to come back, not when it was your life you’d be risking. He paused for a minute before offering the last thing that he’d probably ever say to you. “And I’m sorry that I dragged you into this, but for now, you’re right. You need to get away, run now and don’t look back. Because you’re right, I can’t promise you that I’ll always be able to keep you safe.”
“So you ran, like a coward?” Gokudera’s tone was hurt, you recognized that, and tried to keep your own cool. But it was hard to in the face of such an accusation.
“While, if the other option was death it wasn’t that hard of a choice.” You tried to keep your tone even, you didn’t want to cause this to blow up.
“You don’t know that’s what would have happened.” Your fear and the pain that you had had since you had left him all flare your temper.
“Really, because last I checked, people dating mafioso’s tend to be used to send a message fairly often.” You snarked back.
“The Vongola is the biggest mafia family, you would have been fine.” Gokudera told you. You could see in his eyes that he really believed that. That he honestly believed with the Vongola’s protection nothing would happen to it.
“What about the squad? The Vongola was protecting them as well.” You challenged. You waited a minute for a response. “See. You can’t promise me that. And I don’t want to be the next one where the protection doesn’t turn out to be enough.”
“You should have told me.” There was a gentle reproach in his tone. “Didn’t I deserve to know the reason?”
“You would have just tried proving me wrong and convincing me to stay. I didn’t want to risk that.” There was still a hint of something that sounded almost like fear – like you were afraid he would do that now.
Yamamoto wanted to comfort you, promise you that he wouldn’t do that. That he respected your decision. But still, he couldn’t wipe away all the hurt that still was there. He had spent months now trying to figure out what he had done to drive you away – and to find out it was this. “I understand.”
“I’m sorry, Takeshi…but I couldn’t do it. I hope you find someone who will be able to.”
“Is that why?” Ryohei looked purely confused. “But I wouldn’t let anything harm you.” There was so much sincerity in his tone that you felt your heart ache. You had always loved how honest, optimistic, he was.
“But you can’t promise me that, Ryohei. I know you’d do your best, but something would happen. You don’t get to live in that life and be safe. And I’m sorry, but I didn’t want to live like that.”
“But you would have been safe. I could have extremely protected you.” The confusion was still there and it broke your heart. This was why you had left without explaining – he wouldn’t have understood.
You could stay in the restaurant anymore. It felt too small, the pain was coming back from when you had left the first time. “I’m sorry, Ryohei. I’m so sorry, but I couldn’t live like that. With the fear. That’s why it would never have worked between the two of us.”
You couldn’t turn around as you walked away, didn’t want to see the hurt and confused look that would undoubtedly be on your ex’s face. You didn’t want to face his honest sincerity when he promised to protect you. You didn’t want him to ever have to feel the pain if he wasn’t able to keep that promise – so it was better to just avoid it altogether.
Lambo could barely form a reply. He was confused, this was why you had left? “But you wouldn’t be out there doing stuff. You wouldn’t be in harm’s way…”
“Do you think just because I’m more of a civilian than any of the others that that would keep me safe, Lambo? Do you really think that?” Your tone was completely serious, hoping he would understand.
And understand it…of course he did. He grew up in the mafia. His family was designed weapons, of course he knew that civilians would be in danger, but he was sure that given a chance, he could have protected you. “But, we could have protected you, Y/n. You would have been safe.”
“And what would have to be sacrificed for that? More people’s lives to be sacrificed instead of mine? Don’t you understand Lambo, I don’t want any of these prices to be on my head. I’m sorry, Lambo, I just can take that.”
“What happened then was unfortunate, but unavoidable.” Hibari’s tone was cold, letting you know that your own bullets had hit their mark.
“So basically, ‘It sucks, but wasn’t my fault.’” You mocked his tone. “Forgive me if I don’t want to be the next, person on someone’s hit list.”
You went to turn away and get out of the restaurant but were stopped by a hand on the arm. “I wouldn’t let anyone touch you.”
“And I’m supposed to believe that now, how many men did you lose? Forgive me for not being willing to take that risk.”
Hibari saw the determined look in your eyes and knew that you wouldn’t be changing your mind. Turning away he went back to his table, he wouldn’t beg or plead for you to come back. Not even if at one point he had thought that you would be the one to stand by his side for good. Clearly you hadn’t been as strong as he had thought.
“So you ran,” Mukuro commented dryly, his words meant to sting. “Clearly the best choice.”
“Oh really, what was your plan to keep me safe? Keep me trapped away from the rest of the world? Stuck far away from any danger but unable to actually live my life?” You hardened your resolve. “Sorry, but you’re not worth that.”
Mukuro grit his teeth at the pain your words brought him. Obviously you felt the sting of his words and retaliated in kind. “Of course not. Instead you’re going to choose to live your life on the run, and eventually you’ll be too terrified to even leave your home. You’ll just be waiting for them to come for you.”
Your eyes narrowed. “And I’ll have you to blame for it all. Right now it just feels like I should have gotten out sooner.”