Gokudera clenched his eyes shut.
Closing them tight as possible, as if this was all a dream.
She wasn't dead. She wasn't his mother. She was a friend. But she was dead.
He opened his eyes.
He faced the truth.
He was standing in front of her grave.
Too soon. Her death it was too soon.
Too late. He found out she was his mother too late.
A 15 year old Gokudera was in the Varia fight vs. Prince Boy.
Too soon. Tsuna kept saying he couldn't die. He couldn't give up on life. It was too soon for anyone to think such thoughts. Too soon for him to die.
A 25 year old stood in front of a coffin with the Vongola famiglia emblem on it, and the Roman numeral for 10.
Gokudera was too late.
Too late to save him.
To keep the man who saved his life in more than one way from dying.
The person he loved, and who loved him back.
That same 25 year old was currently working his butt off.
The Vongola were back, the Millefiore were gone.
Of course Uni's famiglia was now one of the Vongola's branch families.
He was working out paper work and assigning missions to each guardian (including himself) while Tsuna was in a meeting with other branch families' bosses.
Tsuna constantly asked if Gokudera was hurt or mad.
He hadn't told Gokudera of his faked death.
Gokudera never actually gave him a straight answer. He usually escaped the question by saying he was busy with work. And if Tsuna asked him during their 'alone time' Gokudera would say it wasn't the right time to talk about such things.
It was too soon....
The wound from a feeling of betrayal was still fresh.
It was too soon for any questions.