Current mood:	sleepy
Current music:	dEUS - Theme From Turnpike
Entry tags:	basil, iemitsu, reborn!, tsuna

Reborn! - [Basil] - Something to Stand For
Title: Something to Stand For
Characters: Basil
Rating: PG
Squicks/Spoilers: Circa Varia arc?
Summary: Basil feels uncomfortable.
Author's Note: Ahahaaa... orz I really don't know why so many of my Basil fics turn out to be angsty introspection. Written for a speedfic challenge with bellumina, calmingeffects, and shadowgirl1605, prompt was 'A surge against silence'.

It was quiet and that fact, above all else, dwelled heavily on Basil's mind. He didn't like the fact that there was no one else home, not even his Master's wife.

It would have been fine. He didn't mind staying by himself at all, but he remembered the transmission from hours ago. Nothing, there was no word or sign of his teammates back home in Italy. For once, in this whole wondrous time he'd been in Japan with his Master's family and their friends, he was afraid. He didn't like to think that they were alone in the Vongola base without him. He didn't like the fact that he hadn't heard from them since they'd gone in.

Starting on the dishes, Basil hummed a little to break the silence, at first just a tuneless note and then a stronger chorus filled in the gaps. He remembered it well. It was the first song his master had taught him as they laid out beneath the stars, Iemitsu's arm holding him close, keeping him warm through the chill of the night like a surrogate father might.

It was odd, but no matter how firm Iemitsu was with him while they trained together, he never failed to show Basil how much he cared. Iemitsu had found the perfect combination of discipline and softness and Basil felt he had grown from that.

He'd learned how to take orders without question at the same time Iemitsu was teaching him how to catch and cook his own meals, often with a warm laugh, a hand on his shoulder, and an offer to share what he had found.

That kindness had always made Basil want to strive for more gentle pats on the back, reminders of his master's approval.

It was cold in this place without it. He knew Iemitsu would want him to be strong, but Iemitsu and the others had always been his backbone, the courage to do what needed to be done. Without it, he was almost afraid.

He stiffened as a hand reached over to snag a plate from the dishrack.

"I thought you'd be at the hospital with mom," Tsuna laughed, awkwardly, starting to dry the dish with slight smile, "But you know, you don't have to do this."

Basil blinked and then shook his head, "Thou art correct. But this one truly doth like helping out."

Slowly he realized, that there was something else he had to protect here. Something very important to him, worth standing strong for until he could return to his master and the others.