Count down to the end, five years, seven months, and three days. 2,038 days to go; day 1 of 2,038.
Sitting alone looking up to the sky sits a boy, with (Spiky) brown hair framing his face, glasses covering his eyes.
'The end… The void… The struggle between good and evil…'
He sighs and looks down his thoughts makes him sad but he smiles and stands.
'Todays the end… I ho-think'
He walks to tree to his right and watches people pass by on the sidewalk. Cars zoom by on the street, pulling out his phone he connects his earphones to it and play bitter sweet songs.
'I wonder how it would feel to be run over? Would it hurt? Will the hit or the tires running me over kill me?'
Walking down the sidewalk he's happy as thought full his mind.
'The hell would end here now I can rest'
He walks to his part-time job as a cornerstone. Like always he greets his co-workers and the greet him back, none of the people in his work know his thought to them he is a happy go-lucky guy always smiling never sad. He wonders what they would say if they knew the truth, would the care or…
'People don't want problems. They'll just ignore me after all we do id work together.'
Starting his nine am shift he goes about his duty's, greeting customers, and ring up their purchases. His routine continues until three. Walking back home to an apartment he and his older brother share. His bother doesn't know what he does to him. Ever since them it been hard to trust him. Their parents die when he was fifteen and his brother was eighteen. On a trip to Italy their parents got in a car crash the brakes were cut. He knows his brother did it but he won't ask things would get worse.
Getting home, he quietly opens the door only to see his brother sleeping on the sofa the tv playing in the background he slowly makes his way to his room. Get a fresh pair of clothes from his dresser he makes his way to the bathroom. Closing the door behind him he makes sure to lock it.
'It won't matter even if it locked he has a key.'
While getting undressed he hears the door open and turns, the door is still closed but it not as comforting.
"H-hello" he studers. From the other side of the door he hears his brother say.
"You don't have to lock the door were both guys and brothers there's nothing to fear."
"Okay (Giotto-nii)"
"I'm going to come in so don't be scared 'kay"
He opens the door, covering himself he sits on the tub. His brother looks at him in a mocking way snorts. He turns his back to the younger and says.
"Don't worry, go on I won't look get in the tub let's talk." Taking off the rest of his clothes the younger stats the tub water, and gets in.
"(Tsuna) Grandpa called he wants us to go to Italy to see him." (Giotto) says.
"Oh"
"I called your job early today and told them we had a family emergency. That we would need to leave the country, your boss he said it was fine. He would give you a month off to go." (Giotto) said.
"…okay" (Tsuna) said in a small voice.