/âYou came to save me, didnât you?â/
When Tsuna was five, his words manifested, sprawling across his right upper arm to his middle finger. His mother had cooed at him, called it romantic, that he was going to be a big and strong manly man just like his father.
When Tsuna grew old enough to understand the meaning behind soulmate words, he was seven and he knew that his soulmate was just a liar who lies. After all, he was Dame-Tsuna. How could he ever save anyone?
When Tsuna was fourteen and mildly suffering under the tender loving care of Reborn, he started to think back on his soulmark. Perhaps, just maybe, his soulmate could be someone nice. Someone he genuinely came to save, because he was different now, wasnât he? He has the capability to save someone! Maybe he could even save Kyouko and sheâll say that exact same phrase!
âYou came to save me, didnât you?â
âOr maybe,â Tsuna thought dully to himself as a boy with indigo hair walked towards him in an *abandoned amusement park*. 'Maybe, my soulmate is a fucking liar who lies.â
The boy opened his mouth, about to say something else, but Tsunaâs own mouth was already working without his knowledge, robotically opening to ask the boy,
âAre you a hostage too?â
An excruciating silence descended upon the pair as they stared at each other. Tsuna could see the boyâs hand make an aborted movement to the area of his left shoulder where Tsuna *knew* held the very words that Tsuna has said to him.
And the look in the boyâs eyes changed and Tsuna didnât know what was coming next but it definitely couldnât be good. Not with a soulmate who was a lying liar who lies.
So Tsuna rushed forth and decked him right in the face.
/âAre you a hostage too?â/
When Mukuro was five, his words manifested on his left collarbone. They were a string of Japanese words that Mukuro didnât quite understand at that time. And didnât think he needed to.
When Mukuro was old enough, and knew Japanese enough, to understand the words, he couldnât help but think that his soulmate was a gullible fool. He wasnât bothered by that, though, as it had made it much easier for Mukuro to kill him.
âYou came to save me, didnât you?â Mukuro asked the Vongola Decimo. The boy was a fool, a completely gullible fool who would never see past his disguise.
The Vongola Decimo paused, staring at Mukuro with wide eyes that were filled with suspicion. Perhaps the boy had caught onto his plan? If that was the case, Mukuro couldnât help but commend him. The Vongola Decimo wasnât as useless as he thought.
But Mukuro still had to allay that suspicion. He couldnât have the Vongola Decimo figure out his plan just yet.
And then the Vongola Decimo said, âAre you a hostage too?â
Mukuro soulmark burnt, and he couldnt help but laugh inwardly. He was right, after all. His soulmate and the Vongola Decimo, both one and the same, were thrice-damed gullible fools.
Oh well, at least when he took over the Vongola Decimo, he would be killing his soulmate as well. Two birds with one stone.
So Mukuro was about to smile, to act as the relieved boy who was about to be rescued by his soulmate, when the Vongola Decimo rushed forward andâ
Clocked him right in the face.