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Misterioso (Italian); mysterious - The mood of a musical piece being mysterious, secretive, or enigmatic.

Chapter One - Misterioso

It's been a month. One full, long, terribly slow-moving month. Maybe even more (or at least to him that's what it felt like), that Tsuna has been in this dreadfully small and boring town! His mother had said that there would be tons of things for him to do in this… this village (it had no right to be called something along the lines of a town, it wasn't even as big as his neighborhood!), but she had blatantly lied to him. This had to be the most boring place on earth, I mean, there was nothing to do all day except stand around and watch the snow fall so very slowly to the ground, that's how dreadfully boring this town was. Oh, why, why, why had his mother made him come with to visit his supposedly sick (he sound just fine over the phone) grandfather? And why, why, why did his grandfather have to live on the outskirts of such a desolate town on the countryside of Italy, no less? But most of all…

Why, why, WHY did he, Tsunayoshi Sawada, the most laziest, the most unconfident, the most everything-that-didn't-have-anything-to-do-with-being-good-at-anything person in the entire world have to actually stay behind and take care of the sick old man just because the delirious old geezer wanted his "favorite and cute grandson" to!

It just made absolutely no sense!

Then what didn't make even more sense was that his parents, his family, his wise and smart dad, actually said yes. How could they even do that? Leaving their minor of a son with a sick old man, who was probably going senile (not that Tsuna would ever let him know he said that), in a small town out in the countryside of a foreign country. It was unheard of! Well, at least he now knew that his parents have no common sense what-so-ever. Seriously, Tsuna started to think, Whose parents leaves their son with a sick man that he has seen, like, three times in his life, in a place he doesn't know!

Tsuna had just stepped through the front door of his grandfather's house-"More like haunted mini-mansion," Tsuna muttered bitterly-and shaken himself of the cold winter that was happening outside. He had seen his parents off in the taxi they were taking to the airport, and now he was going to check on his grandfather upstairs in his one of what seemed like thousands of uninhabited rooms.

Turning towards the large grandfather clock that was in foyer and looking at the time it held (1:34, he really shouldn't be up at this hour, but that was because his parents had to take the last flight back to Japan), Tsuna shed off his warm winter jacket and hung it onto the coat hanger to the left of him, also ridding himself his snow-caked shoes that were starting to defrost and dampen his socked feet. He then proceeded down the hardwood floor until he reached the base of the stairs. The warmth of the carpeted stairs gave mercy to he cold feet as his walked up the stairs, steps creaking ever so slightly with each one he went up.

This house must be a thousand years old, at least, with the way it moans and groans all the time! It's always so drafty in hear too, even though it's such a fancy house, and dark too, Tsuna cut off the ramble in his head as he approached the second to the last door on the right side of the hallway. Slowly turning the knob, as not to make much noise in case his grandfather was sleeping, Tsuna peeked in through the doorway. The lump on the ridiculously huge bed in the middle of the ridiculously huge room was rising and dropping steadily. Still asleep then.

Good.

Tsuna turned on his heel and walked away from the room after shutting the door quietly. He walked back into the hallway, down the steps, through the foyer, and went straight to the kitchen. The only place that actually seemed warm in this whole entire house. It was very lovely and also very, very quaint, a quality he had rarely seen within this house. Nice and small. Warm and comfy. Just like his house back home.

Oh, how he wished that he was in that warm taxi cab, heading to the airport with his mom and dad, going home and sleeping in his cozy bed in his comfy house. Yet, instead, he was stuck here in this cold and lonely place. You know, being as furnished as it was, this did not give way to any comfort for Tsuna. Once inside the kitchen, Tsuna looked around then flipped on the lights.

Ah.

This place was nice, it was the only room in the whole house that looked and felt inviting. The heat radiating from the recently used oven surrounded him, caressing his still slightly cold nerves. Soon enough, Tsuna was warm and feeling better. He grabbed a chair from the small table by the wall and sat down in it, thinking on how he was going to survive these six months he has to spend here. Maybe he could just sleep the months away, but he supposed not. Someone does still have to take care of his grandfather.

At that thought, Tsuna wondered where all the housekeepers and maids had went to. They were all here this morning… now they seemed to have just disappeared into the thin air. Now that he realized this, he searched around the kitchen to find that Milta, the one who cooked for them, not in the kitchen. Weird. Lost in mid thought, Tsuna was startled when the door creaked open and revealed his elderly grandfather.

"Ah! Timoteo-I mean, Grandfather! What are you doing out of bed? You be asleep to keep up your strength," Tsuna meekly told his grandfather, "You might catch a horrible cold out here and become even more sick!" Tsuna ushered himself out of his chair to reach for the elderly man.

"Tsuna," a raspy and gentle voice said. Tsuna froze. The old man looked towards his grandson, stern eyes trained on the other's, "There's going to be a snow storm tonight, and terrible one at that." Tsuna glanced through the small, octagonal window high above the sink. Even though it had been very dark out before, it seemed an absolute pitch black now, and snow that looked almost liked a white sandstorm blowing outside. Huh. When had it gotten like that?

"It's probably going to last the night and mostly tomorrow and it get's quite cold in this old"-Tsuna quirked a brow-"house at night as it is, I'm also quite worried you might get lost within it since it is larger than most houses. I know this house is already quite cold and dark at any given time, but tonight I want you to be safe and head up to bed soon, okay?"

Tsuna nodded and his grandfather headed out back down the hall, his back disappearing into the shadows. Staring after the old man for a minute, he felt something soft to his left. It a midnight blue blanket. How awfully kind of him to do that, Tsuna thought gratefully, to care about my safety and make sure I felt pleasant here. Deciding a few more minutes in the kitchen couldn't hurt, Tsuna sat back down in his chair and covered himself with the blanket. It was so nice and warm and fuzzy and cozy and… his eyes fluttered closed; mind shutting down.

Soon he was off in a dream that seemed far, far away…

x..X..x

Dong. Dong. Dong.

Once again, caramel eyes started to flutter, but this time they were opening. Blinking the sleep out of his eyes, Tsuna sat up, and looked up to where the digital clock on the oven should be. Yet, there was no neon red letters to look back at him, only the total darkness of the room did. A little alarmed, Tsuna sat up, Huh. Must be a power outage… I should be getting to bed now I guess.

Tsuna got up and felt his way around towards the drawers and cabinets. Remembering his grandfather had said about a small oil lamp and some matches in there in case of emergencies like this, he groped around until he found the drawer all the way to the left that had it. Shuffling through it there a bunch of small knickknacks and old ink pens, but finally, in the back, Tsuna found the lamp and a few matches to go with it. Striking up a match, he lit the old-looking oil lamp.

Smiling to himself in satisfaction, he turned around to start walking out of the kitchen, remembering to bring the blanket with him. Step by step he walked towards down the hall leading to the foyer. As he walked, Tsuna felt a shiver go up his spine. Swallowing the off feelings he was starting to get, he blamed it on his nerves (oh, how he hated the dark still) and cursed this house for have such bad insulation.

"Get a hold of yourself, Tsuna, it's just this rickety old house and you've known that since day one you were here," Tsuna grumbled to himself, hating the house right now for all its worth. He stopped his ramblings when he noticed his own shadow on the ground. Looking up in surprise, he found he was in front of a giant window. Moonlight was shining through it, giving everything a soft glow and a shadow.

Weird. Wasn't there supposed to be a horrible blizzard going on outside right now?

Tsuna could've sworn Timoteo said it was going to last all night and all day tomorrow, but then why was there a cloudless sky. The only thing that seemed to disrupt the barren sky were the soft snowflakes that seemingly fell out of nowhere and onto the ground. He shrugged, I guess the weather on the countryside in any country is still unpredictable.

He resumed his walking and came up towards the foyer when another shiver spiked up he back again. S-Stupid house, This time, though, he couldn't shake off the odd feelings that came with the shiver, I-It's alright, it's just a house, just a house! It may be old and creepy, but it's still a house and only an old man is living in it.

He quickly turned on his heels and made his way to the stairs, only to find there were no stairs, only a dark mahogany door stared back at him in the face.

Wh-Wha-

Suddenly there was a loud thump sound then footsteps coming towards him at an alarmingly fast rate. Tsuna's eyes opened wide with fear. Great, great, great fear. Of something bad that going to happen. To him. Dropping the blanket he was holding, Tsuna lifted up the lamp and looked around. What he saw surprised him.

Instead of an old looking foyer with chips in the walls and nicks all over the floorboards, he saw a still equally big foyer, but it looked brand new. Almost like it was just built yesterday.

The footsteps got painfully louder.

Tsuna was in a panicking mode right now, not knowing what to do, where to go, or who was walking-no, practically running-towards him or probably even after him. Turning once again to face the mysterious door that was in place of the stair, he grabbed the knob and yanked it open. Tsuna yelped as he dropped his lamp. It thumped to the floor and went out. A rush of cold air hit him from what seemingly looked like stairs leading down.

"Ah!"

The footsteps were now insanely loud. So, squeezing his eyes tight, Tsuna tore the lamp up from the ground and flung himself into the small corridor, slamming the door shut along the way. He slid down the door and sighed as the footsteps passed by the door without stopping. Tsuna deemed it safe to wait for a few minutes and catch his breath that seemed to get knocked out of him.

Tsuna was on the verge of tears. He didn't know what in the world was happened! I mean, where actually was he! He surely couldn't be at Timoteo's anymore, for there was never a door where the stairs were and the house never looked that… new.

He decided not to dwell on it anymore, and in its stead, he would try and find out where it was. Thinking that there was no time like the present (and not because it was cold, dark, and scary in the stairway) to go find out now. Tsuna's heart was beating hard against his chest, as if it wanted meld against his skin. Slowly he started Yet, as soon as he opened up the door a screamed ripped through he throat. He was suddenly grabbed from the doorway of stairs and forced to stare into a pair cold eyes. Another scream came from Tsuna as he struggled. The cold eyes looked away from him.

Then, as it did in the stairway, Tsuna's vision faded to the darkness that surrounded them.

Author's Notes: Heheh. This was actually kind of fun to right. Well, besides the fact that I scared myself silly in the middle of it. Seriously, I was writing that part in the darkness of my basement because the sun went down and I didn't notice so I didn't turn on a light. Nothing else was on and then I was thinking to myself of how scared and creeped out Tsuna must be, and then the footsteps part came and I myself heard a noise and screamed. Well, anyways, I hoped you enjoyed it. Don't know if I will continue it, maybe if it gets a good amount of reviews I will. :P

Oh, and for those who are waiting for an update in Lost in the Moment, it shall be up shortly, like, a month or so. Just a little longer, I'm going to be redoing it so it can be even better. Thanks for waiting. :)