A/N: Hey! Welcome to my fan fiction. This storyline kinda came from a movie I know. Actually 2 of them. I really wanted to try this out.
Tsuna is Japanese, but brought up in the states. Just thought I'd let you guys know.
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A boy sniffled, holding his grandmother's hand. She was coughing and shaking, her last minutes on a cold, hard bed. Doctors were rushing around, not enough to even cover half of all the patients. Some doctors had passed out, due to the exhaustion or had caught the disease itself.
The disease was vicious. It was called Pixma(1), and it was highly contagious. Some say that it burns your bones until you're nothing but skin and rottener muscles. Others, that it causes just enough pain for you to scream in pain, but not enough for you to die. Those opinions are no true. It feels like your bones are burning and it hurts like hell, but what really happens, is that it eats away at your brain. The loss of those brain tissues make it seem like you have pain everywhere and you just stop working. Soon, all of your organs stop working and you die, either by the organ failure or just plain pain. With all this, you're dead in a week.
It's a wonder how people still keep volunteering, since the disease is highly contagious and not very satisfactory. People who have still survived have a special blood, blood type ABO. Its very strange, as it is a mix of all blood types. But, those who have this blood type still may die if one type of A,B or O is greater than the other. They just die a little slower than others.
This disease has already cut the world's population in half, even though its only been a few months. It is unreasonable, yes, but it is still true.
Back to the boy and dying grandmother, she squeezed the boy's hand a little harder.
"Tsu-Tsuna, y-you need to fi-find others with your blood type." She spoke, gasping, "b-be safe." And with that, her hand dropped, and her life leaked away.
The boy, Tsuna, let the tears explode from his eyes as he fell over on his diseased grandma. He kept praying and praying to god, or whoever was up there, to let his blood type change to A,B or O. Just not his. It was much too painful.
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Tsuna yawned and rubbed his eyes. The sunlight streamed from the window and right though his curtains. He groaned and turned away only for his alarm to ring. He groaned again and shut it off. Tsuna stretched. Then, getting off his warm bed, headed for the shower.
He stepped into the warmth of the water and let it run down him. It was ten years since his Granny died and he was twenty now. She was the only one who took care of him ever since his mom and dad died way before the disease.
The disease…his fist and heart clenched at the same time. His fist because of the anger it caused him. The disease was brought here by stupid people who let animals that were being tested on loose. They rampaged forever until animal control AND police could stop them. And, his heart because of all the people that were lost to this disease, including all his relatives, friends and everyone in the world. His heart clenched again. That's right, the only one left in the entire world was him. But, he has been traveling everywhere to find a living soul but all he found were dead bodies that left him sick.
He was a pilot. He traveled the world on his jet but so far, found no one. Even though he was a pilot, he hated flying. He hated not seeing cars flying on the highway, but just standing still. He hated not seeing the green of the agriculture, but the yellow and grey because it was not well harvest. Worst of all, he hated flying because that meant you had to land somewhere right? Well, airports are usually bustling with people, but wherever Tsuna goes, its just dead silence. He cant even land by the stairways to the airports. He had to stop in the middle of the runway and get off there. Then, he had to walk five hundred miles to the airport(exaggerated). And after that, he couldn't even get a taxi or bus and had to find a car that was stuck in the middle of the road, and do the "take out the wires and try to get a spark" method at least five times until he gets it right.
He sighed. His life was so miserable. Tsuna just wished he could die and get it over with, but with his Granny's wish and the fact the world would be barren, he had to keep living. He stepped out of the shower and dried himself off, wondering what it would be like to hear someone's voice besides his. He sighed again but this time, dreamily. He hadn't heard that in six years, when the last person in his town died.
He was paranoid for a while, scared of all the loneliness and the silence. But after a year or so, he got used to it and just accepted the fact. How he learned how to fly was a miracle. His Granny was a pilot, or trained to be one since they wouldn't let a woman fly, and she always told him what to do in what situations, or how to do one thing or the other, probably to try and live her dream through a fantasy. Tsuna always paid close attention, as he wanted to become a pilot himself. The year after the last person died, he took crash courses in the real life computer flyer thing that wasn't really real but seem like it thing( he had no idea what it was called). It took him a while to get the flying thing down but in the end, he could fly as well as a real pilot.
Tsuna put on his clothes and walked out of the bathroom to his couch, to grab a few things. His keys, and…nothing else. Everything else was already in his jet. He went to his fridge and took out a leftover sandwich from the day before and was on his way.
In the jet, Tsuna was already flying in the air, but was on autopilot. In his lap was a map of the earth. There were many places that were dotted or circled, but more places that weren't. The dots and circles were places that he had been to. He had tried most of North and South America, but had found nothing there. Then, looking at the other side of the earth, he found all the asian countries.
"Hmm…" He thought aloud, "maybe I'll try Granny's home country. For good luck." And headed in the direction of Japan.
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After hours of staying awake, Tsuna was still in top shape when he got to Japan. It was bright there, as it just reach dawn, and Tsuna had a feeling of happiness inside of him. Since it was so bright, and the air was fresh, he just sat on a bench to enjoy the air. But it was cut short as he saw from the corner of his eye, the black of a shadow rushing past.
His heart and brain went into overdrive as he thought of the possibilities. Could it be an animal? No, the animals were also killed off, much before than humans…Could it be a per-person!?
That was all the thought he needed for him to fumble off the bench and run as fast as he could to where the shadow was headed. As he ran, he was on the verge of tears, in hope that there could actually be a living soul for once, and it wasn't just him all alone in the world. He sniffled and prayed to god that it be something living and not just a fluke.
When he stopped, he was now in park that was deserted. Flying in the wind was a plastic bag. Tsuna's hopes were shot down. He grabbed the plastic bag and stomped on it, feeling angry and hopeless. He was puffing and sniffling, about to cry. Then, as the wind picked up the plastic bag again, tears started to fall, and he dropped to his knees in pain. He had gotten his hopes up so high…he lowered his head into his hands.
"Who are you?" Tsuna's head snapped up to meet a man who was glaring down at him. He stood up shakily and rubbed his eyes just to make sure the man wasn't a hallucination. Then he patted him softly to be certain. The man glared even harder at him and said something to him, but Tsuna couldn't hear anymore. Tears started to drip down again and even harder. He grabbed the man's jacket and dug his face into it, and started to cry so hard that in no time, the man was soaked.
Tsuna was so thankful, he prayed to his Granny again.
Thank you Granny. I knew you would answer to my prayers. I love you.
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A/N: So, what do you think? I'm so happy Tsuna finally got to meet someone! This storyline is confusing and hard to believe, I know, but its pretty interesting to me.
Not very long, I know, but its a first chapter!
(1)-Not a real disease. Its my printer's name.
Review, please! And could you guess what the movies were?