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.8018. In the Name of the Father :: Part 1 of 2 [YAMAMOTO TAKESHI] - For Chelsey











Ave Maria, piena di grazia,
Santa Maria, Madre di Dio,
prega per noi peccatori,
adesso e nell'ora della nostra morte.
In nomine patris, et filii
et spiritus sancti


A m e n







The day they came for Yamamoto Tsuyoshi, Yamamoto Takeshi was carrying out a mob hit in Rome, Italy. It was a simple affair for both of them. Both fathers, both not all that different from the other.

Essentially.

Both were marks, a work in progress until they stop breathing, and two bullets in the back of their skull - exactly one inch apart, no more, no less, because that was how things were always done - that signals a hit.

One last mark of displeasure from the mafia.

Yamamoto Takeshi learns not to notice the ringing in his ears - made even more piercing in the echoing hollows of the church - the spatter of blood on his cheek. He gets off easy this time; at least there is a definite lack of brain matter on the suit. He cannot say the same for the spatter on the back of the pews, though.

He learns to say a prayer for the poor bastard - Ave Maria, Ave Maria - because he's in a church and he'd probably go into a worse hell if he didn't pray after killing one of the priests. (Not that he really believed in it, but it didn't hurt to cover his bases.) And mostly because he's so damn sure that God doesn't give a fuck about sinners like him, and if anything, He'd probably listen to his mother.

Yamamoto's always been a little better with the ladies than he is with men.

When he leaves, he supposes that maybe he should start saying a quick prayer after every kill. Gokudera would sneer at him - but haha, hey, that should be some form of penance or something, or whatever they taught in those Sunday school classes, right? They were always big on the prayer and the guilt thing.

--


Millefiore. They whisper, when Yamamoto Takeshi returns to Japan with a craving for his father's sashimi and sees a large, obscene bloodstain where his father's slippers used to be.

(Blood is corrosive, did you know? It eats into the grain of the wood, eats into it and destroys, and replaces it with itself. It can never be wiped clean. How offensive, that the only thing he has left of his father is this.)

Men in suits, sunglasses, and the sound of gunshots - the police had been too late. The police will always be too late. Yamamoto wants to round on them, to demand why none of them wanted to call for help sooner. Band together, because that's what neighbors do, didn't they? It's a team effort, looking after this neighborhood.

But the answer is exactly the same as the one his job's neighbors would have given in Italy. Too afraid of reprisal, too fearful.

Better to get on with a life untouched by death and violence.

And he remembers what one of the allied triad families had said to him when he was in Hongkong, a handful of years ago when Sawada Tsunayoshi had sent him on a friendly visit to strengthen ties.

"出来混的,迟早要还."


"What you take in the name of the mafia, you will have to pay for sooner or later." A triad boss had patiently elaborated the adage that he himself had religiously lived by to Yamamoto one day, in heavily accented English. (Funny, that the man who controlled the streets of Hongkong would be this enlightened and peaceful.) They had never conversed in Japanese, not really - Kwun-shu had nursed quite the grudge against Japan and everything in it. He should know - he'd almost gotten killed for trespassing in their territory until he had informed them that he was from the Vongola, and not from any stray branch of the yakuza.

Kwun-shu thinks that karma is a divine gift.

Right now, Yamamoto just thinks that karma is one giant bitch with a rotting sense of humor.

--


There is grief, in the silence of the graveyard when all respects are paid, and Sawada Tsunayoshi's sorrow is cutting; sad eyes and a silent, I'm sorry. This death is on the Vongola X's shoulders, still too young, too slim to bear the weight that was on them. Yamamoto wants to tell him that it's not his fault. That it is as that old triad boss says.

But the words are caught in his throat, swallowed. He needs a scapegoat, just for today. How selfish, that he blames the one person who had done everything in his power not to drag them into this life.

How selfish, that all he thinks of that is that - haha, Sawada Tsunayoshi should have put in more of an effort.

This is grief talking - selfish and ugly and painful in all its incarnations. It is a great equalizer; grief turns all men into less than half of what they really are. All the what ifs, if onlys, and the stark helplessness that came in between. Useful if you were a masochist and got off on being in pain and brooding, but ultimately pointless for everything else.

It really wasn't like the dead still had ears to hear what you're sobbing to them on a carved lump of rock while they were buried six feet under and decomposing.

When Tsuna leaves, Yamamoto doesn't look over. There is an apology in the hand that had been on his shoulder briefly, but there is no regret. They are both too old, too jaded for that. (They had taken that vow too young, when they were barely men and when they thought that somehow, they could have made a difference. When they lied themselves into believing that mercy can be found within the ranks of the mafia. That it is not a path carved from broken bodies and countless sacrifices.

That it is not a path of loneliness branded onto their backs. )

This is all for the family, and the only exit from the path that they had taken is through the bullet in their temple.

--


It is a service that is fully paid for, from the plot of land deep in the heart of Japan's richest deceased, to the pure white marble and the statue of the Virgin Mary atop it. It is the least the Vongola can do.

Yamamoto sees the irony, sees the hypocrisy, and thinks that it is so terribly, pathetically disingenuous. It comes full circle, always, and Yamamoto wishes that the universe didn't have such a warped sense of humor.

The statue of the Virgin Mary topples to the ground and shatters, the sound of breaking porcelain piercing the dead air of the graveyard - haha, dead, get it? - and Yamamoto sheathes his katana before leaving. There is a vulgar stump in its wake, a blasphemy in itself, but Yamamoto doesn't look back.

When he kills one of his father's murderers on his way back to Italy - an unfortunate Millefiore underling that had a low enough pay-grade to be canon fodder (Byakuran ordered it - not me, not me, spare me, signore - I was just doing my job - ) - he doesn't say a prayer over his corpse.

It is a short-lived habit, really.










Author's notes:

1. The link provided above is the song accompaniment to the fic, performed by Jay Chou. Lyrics/translations are here. Title - Yi Fu Zhi Ming - also known as In The Name of The Father
2. Cookies for anyone able to catch a movie reference in this piece.
3. Title/song chosen because it was a nice play on words and the Italian mafia - 'in the name of the godfather' - but it's just me being a loser.
4. It seemed inappropriate to insert Hibari in here - but he will have his piece in the next part.
5. The bastardization of the Hail Mary prayer is deliberate.
Tags: fic, for chelsey, katekyo hitman reborn, yamamoto/hibari
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oh baby *smashes face on fic* give me a minute to write up a coherent enough review for this jstilksd;LKGNDSlk
YOU NEED TO REFRESH IT IDKKK I MADE CHANGES AND KAJDKAJDF *TEARS IT UP ANGRILY*

griefer

8 years ago

queen_qing

8 years ago

qingyyyyyyyyyyy *koala cling* this was beautiful bawwwww AND I KNOW IT'S NOT FINISHED YET but it could stand by itself just perfectly fine. i love how thoroughly you explored yamamoto's entire reaction to the news of his father's death and how it basically defines him as the person we see in the tyl arc. i love all the little details and the thing about him saying a little prayer after every person he's killed, because i could see him doing that. not because he necessarily believes in god, but because i can see him thinking that maybe it makes him just a little bit of a better person, that it kicks him up a level or two from what he's become.

ohhh it was just so painful, the raw emotion was perfect and so subtle but so there and i was so aware of it and my face was like ): the whole time i was reading it. i love it bb it's perfect *holds face*
*HOLDS SO TIGHTLY* Thank you, thank you baby - your opinion really matters to me because you're like the only yamamoto player I seriously look up to and admire and you do know that I took all those quirks from your yama, right

right

jshasdasjhf and THANK YOU kajhdsksajhdf I WAS ACTUALLY ABOUT TO KILL THIS FIC DEAD because it deviated so far from what I wanted to write for you ):

8| YOU INSPIRE ME TOO MUCH.
So sad :< I really like the parallels you drew between the two separate hits. *wibbles all over the fic* It's lovely.
aksdahf eeeeeee thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it! C:

lejlkwiet

8 years ago

queen_qing

8 years ago

Stop. Saying. You. Cannot. Write. JEEZ.

/shall go back to weeping in a corner for Yama-kun. This is heartbreaking fic.
ajshkdhf I was really kinda ajshdsadjhf WHEN I WROTE IT CAUSE IT WAS SO HORRIBLE YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN IT. IT SUCKED.

NO FIFI DON'T CRY DON'T CRY ;A;
Ahaha. Considering what we went through on Saturday.

This is an insidious little thing. Creeping its way into your heart. XD
Yeees, it just stays there. And refuses to move. ALSO I MUST FRIEND YOU 8|
UWAAAH NICE!!

LOL my chinese stinks and I didn't understand those chinese words |D
eeeeeeee thank you!

OHHH IT'S OKAY- I SHOULD HAVE PROVIDED TRANSLATIONS - basically, it says "chu lai hun, chi zao yao huan". It means that when you're out there like the mafia killing people, sooner or later you'd be killed - or your friends or family would be :3

milodrums

8 years ago

...



So yeah.





WHERE IS THE REST?
INSIDE YOUR BUTT :3

izkariote

8 years ago

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reading this fic makes me want to be Gokudera in this picture. Come let me hold you Takeshi and make everything all right. And I am NEVER like this. OH GOD I AM SO SORRY FOR ALL THE SAP.

BUT IT IS YOU!FIC AND IT MAKES ME BEAM SO HARD THAT IT IS CONNECTED TO THAT SONG and awesome awesome awesome. I love every single story that is about Yamamoto Tsuyoshi because I adore that man, and reading this fic makes me hurt so badly for Yamamoto and this is NOT. NORMAL. AT ALL. FOR ME.

Now you have made me want to hunt down your Byakuran/Gokudera so I can. Um. Read more Yamamoto!suffering. I have no idea what is wrong with me but please keep bringing on your fic. ♥

HEARTS BACK FOREVER

queen_qing

February 16 2009, 14:54:41 UTC 8 years ago Edited:  February 16 2009, 15:05:05 UTC

ASASKJHF oh my god why is that art so beautiful?!?! jaakjdhashjakjshdf STOP MAKING ME WANT TO SHIP 8059, CHRIS! ;__; and no, don't apologize for the sap! It makes my inner self happy to see the sweet Chris being all sappy

AND jahsdkasjdjhf thank you so much and I'm so glad I made you smile and you thought it was good and AAAAAAAAAH SEE CHRIS?! THE UNIVERSE WANTS YOU TO LOVE YAMAMOTO 8|

IT WANTS YOU TO.

asdasjdkhasdf noakjhadjhf THE 10059 IS HERE AND I HOPE YOU DON'T BURN YOUR EYES OUT READING IT?! It means a lot to know that you like this fic, and so much, so much love for you, lovely girl ♥

You have no idea how much this comment made my day.
Mmmmmm yes. It's not angst here, not exactly. There's an emotional weight to it, a heaviness that's rather tragic, except not really. I love that you don't labour the point, and that you show Yamamoto's grief through his reactions. The prayer is a really good idea. ♥


When Tsuna leaves, Yamamoto doesn't look over. There is an apology in the hand that had been on his shoulder briefly, but there is no regret. They are both too old, too jaded for that. (They had taken that vow too young, when they were barely men and when they thought that somehow, they could have made a difference. When they lied themselves into believing that mercy can be found within the ranks of the mafia. That it is not a path carved from broken bodies and countless sacrifices.

That it is not a path of loneliness branded onto their backs. )

This is all for the family, and the only exit from the path that they had taken is through the bullet in their temple.


I absolutely adore this part. That is all. YES. REAL MAFIA. YES.
asjdahdf thank you - I was inspired by the Jay Chou song, and I thought to slip it in somehow, and thank you; it was exactly the feeling I'd wanted to convey!

HAHAHAHAHAH SAME HERE. THAT PART WAS WRITTEN LIKE, during one of my inspiration spurts. I swear, I have these spurts.

evocates

8 years ago

queen_qing

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evocates

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queen_qing

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evocates

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queen_qing

8 years ago

Yamamoto Takeshi learns not to notice the ringing in his ears - made even more piercing in the echoing hollows of the church - the spatter of blood on his cheek. He gets off easy this time; at least there is a definite lack of brain matter on the suit. He cannot say the same for the spatter on the back of the pews, though.

You are really good with this kind of writing :o Awesome fic. Starting it off with a prayer was a nice touch, too. Though it was a bit cynical for Yamamoto it worked really well.
Thank you for reading, as well as your feedback, it's much appreciated, and I'm really glad that you liked it! ♥
After getting into the fandom, every time I heard Jay's song I can't help but think that it'll make a nice addition to a fic, and here you did it! It's beautifully written. And the Chinese line in the middle makes the whole scene very movie-like for me, since I'm from HK myself. XD
Eeee, I actually thought the same too - and thank you for reading and for leaving such awesome feedback - and oh, oh, since you're from HK, you'd probably already know the line that the movie's from; I just couldn't resist putting it in there *A*

This is so beautiful. Thank you for writing it ♥
OH MY LORD! I really cant wait for the next chapter.. Really interesting look into Yamamoto's brain...

Well done! ^^
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that is my face, btw.

um um ummm i would start to quote and flail, but then i'd probably end up quoting the whole thing right back at you! but jay chou holy shit, i adore jay chou so much :( this is lovely and so are you ♥
... wow! This is really lovely.

There are a lot of lovely sentences here, like:
"When Tsuna leaves, Yamamoto doesn't look over. There is an apology in the hand that had been on his shoulder briefly, but there is no regret. They are both too old, too jaded for that. (They had taken that vow too young, when they were barely men and when they thought that somehow, they could have made a difference. When they lied themselves into believing that mercy can be found within the ranks of the mafia. That it is not a path carved from broken bodies and countless sacrifices.

That it is not a path of loneliness branded onto their backs. )"


and some more, but it will be pointless to copy them since it will be the whole fic anyway. ^^; I love how you wrote TYL!Yamamoto. He's really, really... *wibbles* <33 I hope to see more soon! Nice job!