AN: Ookay, this is my first KHR fanfiction. Some of you might have read this before since I had posted this very fanfiction under the title 'The Director, The Hitman and The Amnesiac' a couple of months ago but i decided to take it down for a bit since I need to do a bit of an adjustment (okay, a LOT) of it since this fanfic was first done at the spur of the moment.

Warnings: Yaoi, boyxboy

Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

He was aware of it. The unmistakable voice that belonged to his mother was toned with sadness. Of what, he didn't know. But he could tell from the hoarseness that she had been crying. He could hear how she choked on every word as if she was pained with something.

He was wondering why she was reciting out every bits of their memories together.

"...Tsu-Tsuna-kun. I remember how you would hide your test papers from me. I remember how you were afraid that I would be disappointed with the scores that you get for your tests. But…. But I thought you would be able to get the message that I had been trying so hard to convey to you. I can never be angry with you, Tsuna," a choked sob interrupted her speech. "…I can never be angry with you."

"…In fact I know that you have tried your best."

He wanted her to stop talking. He couldn't bear hearing her talk in that tone even though he didn't know why she talked like that. It was unusual for his mother to sound so down. She only acted like this whenever his father didn't return home.

Speaking of which, why was he pretending to close his eyes when his mother was obviously pouring her heart to him?

He suddenly felt an immense pain in his head. It was as if someone had just shot an arrow through his brain. He became more aware of the various pains that he felt on various parts of his body: His head felt like it had been sliced in half, his back ached as if he had been staying in one posture for days, his arms and legs felt numb as if he hadn't been moving for days and his chest felt heavy as if there was an invisible weight placed on it – not to mention the fact that his stomach felt like it had been sliced open.

But he shook the thoughts away. Maybe a miracle had happened. He was now able to sleep without moving too much and just stay in one in one place in one single posture throughout the night. And he felt hot sometime during the night so he pulled his pyjama top over his stomach.

After all, he had gone straight to bed after he had done all his homeworks last night. So there was no better explanation than that.

He tried to open his eyes but his eyelids felt heavy as if he had not opened his eyes for a long time. He must have slept for nine hours straight. His eyelids felt like it had been glued to one another and as soon as his eyes were opened wide enough to let the light attacked his retina, he immediately closed it back.

It felt as if his optic nerves were sending thousands of signals more than usual to his brain causing his brain to constrict at the rush of information. The headache was unlike what he usually had when he woke up; it was ten times worse. Did he drink last night?

He waited for a few seconds for himself to grow accustomed to the headache. When it started to subside for a bit, he counted to three and tried his luck for a second time. This time, the bright ray of white light, again, attacked his eyes but unlike earlier, it only caused him to squint.

He heard a gasp beside him and he could only guess that it was his mother. He was Dame-Tsuna after all, so who else would visit him other than his mother and father?

He forced himself to move his arms but despite his effort, he only managed to make his fingers twitched. It felt numb but it didn't felt like he wouldn't be able to move it. He tried to at least sit up, and he did it so slowly as if he didn't have much energy to move.

Crack.

He had never felt so weak. How long had he slept, really? He couldn't feel his body anymore. Even though he knew how weak he was, it was never this vulnerable. He felt as if one wrong move would break his bones into half.

"Tsuna-kun!" He heard his mother exclaimed, voice relieved and surprised and thankful at the same time. He thought he heard the chair fell down but he shook the thought away.

He turned his head slowly towards his mom but the stand with a bag of blood hung on it connected to a length of tube attracted his attention. He felt his eyes widened slightly when he saw a needle was pricked into his arm, his mind slowly processing where he was. He looked around the room, on his bed, on the side table. White. White. And more white. He was in a hospital room!

But…didn't he go to bed last night? Wasn't the headache because he had been drinking? He knew he was still a minor but knowing his father who had always being trying to make him take at least a sip from his bottle of sake, it was possible.

He caught his reflection from the picture frame of when he was seven unintentionally and his breath hitched. Who….who was that? Was that really him? Why…..did he look older? His hair looked longer but….but he looked so different. His facial structure looked more sharper but his cheeks were hollow as if he had not been eating right for days.

"O…Okaa-san," he started, noting how hoarse his voice was. "W-What happ-" a glass of water was given to him and he nodded thankfully after the person let him took a few sips from it. He ignored the how sore his throat felt as he gulped it down. He tried again, "What happened?"

"J-Juudaime…You don't remember?"

What don't I remember?

"Tsuna-kun," there it was again, the choked out words. "How…." She let out a strained giggle, "Don't play with okaa-san."

He turned to his mother. His eyes must be expressing his confuse as his mother immediately broke down, muttering 'he doesn't remember' again and again. In the back of his mind, he heard a long string of curses which made him turn to the person who let him drink the water. His eyed processed the silver-haired stranger who didn't look the last bit Japanese. He watched as tears ran down the stranger's face and even as the stranger punched the wall.

Who is he?

Why is he crying?

Why is okaa-san crying?

His eyebrows furrowed.

What did he forget?

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