WARNING(S): Iemitsu!bashing, depressing!thoughts, flame!sealing, parental!reborn, slight nana!bashing
NOTES: "Japanese" - "Italian" - 'Thinking'
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Amano Akira does.
Cold
Why is it so cold?
What's wrong with me? Where did the warmth go?
...they did something. Her father and his boss - they did something...
They took it away! They took my warmth away!
Give it back, give it back!
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.
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Please, give it back... my warmth, give it back!
Why?
What did I do? Why did they take it away?
Why doesn't anyone notices?! Mother! Why?! Why don't you notice?!
Help me.. Someone help me!
9 years... 9 years of no warmth...
Why hasn't anyone noticed yet?
I don't know what it feels like anymore... ne, someone please help...
I'm drowning...
Author's Note: Yes, this is a new fic that I'm working on. I literally had this idea at 12 in the night and had to jot it down until 2 am.
What do you guys think?
No beta reader, so if someone wants to help, feel free to PM me!
More reviews = more motivation!