paradisalogs | Let it grow, let it grow

Who: Martel and you!
What: Planting flowers in the garden.
When: Today!
Where: Outside in the garden
Rating: ...T, just to be safe?

Martel was out in the garden on her down time, and for once she wasn't playing her panpipes. No, she had decided the garden needed some more flowers. And not just any flowers. The fandalia flowers she had gotten from home for Christmas had flourished in her room, and were growing out of their large pot. So Martel had taken it upon her to take a good portion of them out to the courtyard and into the garden. She intended to plant them by the truffula tree, and hopefully they would grow around it into a field of white fandalia flowers. She had also brought her Oddish out, who was currently pretending to be a plant in the corner. Every so often it moved and made a noise, but otherwise it stood silent, soaking up the rays of the sun.

She had just dug a small hole, and was placing a few of the flowers into the hole, covering it up with dirt. Then she stood up, looking around and spoke mostly to herself:

"I suppose I can spread them out a bit, to make sure they do grow."

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"I am!" She had time and Reborn to thank for that. Not that she'd say that to Tsuna. "So what have you been up to?"

"Mmmn... lots of training, mostly." He gives an aggravated sigh, toeing the freshly turned dirt. "Reborn's working me to the bone..."

"I think that's because he wants you to be prepared. Just in case anything happens." At least, she would think so.

Tsuna's mouth twists into a frown at that. So much good it did during the last world change...

"Yeah, I guess..."

She frowns at that response. "Of course he is. But, really, Tsuna, you can only do so much."

"I know, I know..." He gives a sigh, folding his arms behind his head. "I wish I could do more, though."

"Well, at least you're learning how to fight. Or making an effort. Some people don't."

"Is it really worth it, though?" He looks over at Martel. "I mean, if anything ever does come up, everyone's probably got it all handled without having someone... like me trying to help out."

"And who's 'someone like you', then?"

"Well, I'm just No-Good Tsuna. The only thing that I'm really good at is fighting with my powers."

He gives a sigh, and sits down on the ground. "I told Reborn I'd practice so I could fight without my powers, too, but... I mean, really, how much can I do with a tiny dagger, anyway? I'm probably better off sticking to my powers and not getting in the way."

"...That is true. That it's hard to do damage with a tiny dagger, not that you're No-Good. You know...without my powers I'm slightly useless as well." She may as well admit it. "I have a sword, but I'm more of a defensive fighter than an offensive one. That's why, last time, I pulled back and just stuck around near the other people. Just in case."

Martel looks over at him with a little smile on her face. "Maybe you can come with me next time?"

He doesn't comment on her saying that he's not No-Good, though he knows for a fact that he is. Instead, he just looks up at her while she speaks.

"... I guess I could do something like that," he murmurs, then gives a small sigh. "I mean, Reborn and Zelos would be pretty disappointed if I stopped altogether. And I have to find some way to be useful."

"It would be safer, as well." She pauses. "But it's ultimately up to you. Make your own decisions."

"I don't really care that much, to be honest. I mean... about getting the spotlight or being at the front lines, or anything like that."

He falls back, pillowing his head with his arms, staring up at the sky.

"I just want to help out somehow."

"I never said you did want to be in the spotlight. You don't seem to be the type of person who even cares about those things." In fact, he seems like he just wants to be normal, and for his friends to be safe.

"I think you just need to find what works best for you."

"I suppose so..."

Tsuna watches the clouds drifting by, his gaze softening thoughtfully.

"... I wonder how everyone is back at home. It's been so long since I've seen them..." He gives a sigh. "Well, I guess they're not feeling much of anything if time's stopped there, like people say it is..."

"Well, that is what people do say. because nobody ever misses you. But I guess we don't really know for sure, if time stops."

"... if time hasn't stopped," he murmurs, his voice dropping solemnly.

The concept makes his heart clench in fear. He'd left in the middle of an incredibly important battle.

If time hasn't stopped, what's happened to his friends?

Let it grow, let it grow

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