And everybody said that we wouldn't last; if they saw us now I bet they'd take it back

[deeplymeaningless]

Who: Ryuutaro and Hayato - the none-jailbait versions
Where: The Manor and then WONDERLAND. Seriously. Well, no.
When: does this actually matter this is my own journal
What: It's been forever and suddenly old lovers are reunited. Familiar strangers and such
Warnings: tissues may be needed. and a dentist for potential fluff cavities. but also tissues. 

It had been so long, but Ryuutaro didn't feel disoriented. Instead it all felt familiar, even after all this time. As if it hadn't been seven years. Before he even could register to have memories back that had been missing for so long, he already knew where he was and how to get to all the rooms from there. The Manor. Ryuutaro leaned against a wall and smiled lightly. "It's been... some time."
He'd changed since he last walked through these halls. Seven years were a long time. The boy had turned to an adult. His hair changed, his body changed, his demeanor changed. He shook his head slowly.
'I can't believe I had forgotten all of this' he thought as the memories fulfilled him. Every bit of this building was linked with past events for him. Ryuutaro rarely got attached to memories, as his passion layed in the future, but this house was an exception.
Slowly, almost a bit warily he stepped out of the room and downstairs. It was completely silent. How long might it have been at this place? Two days? 50 years? There wasn't much of a way to tell.
Ryuutaro wasn't upset at being back. He was always travelling, being back here just meant another change of location. But what he felt was a wave of melancholy and nostalgia.
Seven years.
Seven years without remembering what shaped him most, who he had loved the most.
It was a sad and lonely feeling.

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[andsuddenlydynamite]

After having just re-arrived himself, Hayato had taken a similar sentimental stroll through the house. Just moments before, Hayato had settled himself in the ballroom... more specifically, in front of the piano of the ballroom. Something about it just seemed right in the situation. An old nostalgic skill for a nostalgic place.

After setting his cigarette in the ash tray he absentmindedly started playing, paying no mind to who could hear. The piano was something he could do almost without thinking. It would give him some time to figure out where his head was with all this.

He doubted the Vongola was here. He doubted anyone he knew was still here. Maybe that was for the best... he had so many people that he had gotten close to here... coming here now... after all these years? Who knew how long it had bee here? He had made a very specific effort not to look at the nameplates on the doors. What if he had left Ryuutaro alone here... for months? Or even years? Only to come back twenty-five... no, with the years he forgot about at the manor he would be almost thirty now. He knew he would have to face it all sooner or later, he just needed to prepare himself first.