How long has it been since he last saw the world in black and white?
How many years has past since he stop giving fake smiles?
How long has it been since he stop cutting?
How many seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years has pass since he can breathe and not once did it hurt?
Why can't he care?
Yet… He can't seem to find it in him to answer and he doesn't know why.
He remembers those days.
When the days seem so slowly and unmoving, everything was blank, no color, no light. Just pure nothing. He felt nothing, He looked at nothing. He…. nothing.
Yet, how come he is here. Standing in a field of flowers, that seem to sparkle. They're colorful too. And he felt emotions!
He blinked and blinked. The colors are still there. He pinched himself. The colors stay.
How strange.
People are standing by him, smiling. If he remember correctly, people hated being near him.
Yet here they are, smiling. More specifically, smiling at him. He smiles back. It wasn't fake. He felt...happy.
What a strange emotion it is.
But he doesn't do anything to stop it. His smile, it changed, it became a grin. The others grin back too.
It felt wonderful.
He wanted to make sure those smiles never leave, ever!
A girl, black hair braided on both sides of her face, grabbed his hand. She said something and he heard it.
But… he never heard words before, they go into one and then out the other.
Yet...here she is and he can hear it.
"Tsuna-nii! Let's play!" He listens.
Funny, last time he listened to someone, they left him in the forest, but this time they didn't.
She did play with him. Soon, another child followed by other children came to play with him. The others stood near and laugh at the children's antics and he finds it in him to join.
Why is he happy?
Why is he feeling these emotions?
Who are these people and why do they care for him?
Wasn't he Dame-Tsuna? The kid that lived in Namimori, that everyone hated? So why?
Sawada Tsunayoshi woke up that day, on the fields of flowers, with people of different character and actions. He stood and a smiled at them. A girl and other children played with him. The others laugh and he laughs with them. It confuses Tsunayoshi, but he smiles back. He is happy.
A song played in his mind, the lyrics are missing, but he likes it anyway.
Tsunayoshi, for some strange reason, finds it in him to want to protect those smiles and laughs.
The flames in him shone brightly and hotter as he wish for this power. The power to protect.
Yet… he doesn't know why he wants to protect these people. He doesn't know them. But...He didn't care, there was something in him that wanted this and he reached for it.
Then everything went black.
He could have sworn that he heard people calling him, but he doesn't open his eyes.
Everything was black. It was empty. He hated this emptiness. He was afraid. He didn't want the world to go back to black and white, more importantly black!
Anybody, please, save him! He didn't want the emotions to leave!
Then orange.
It was bright. He felt warm. He ran to the light.
Ran and ran and ran and ran and ran.
He remembered.
His name was Tsunayoshi S. Vongola. Age 16. Brown hair, honey brown eyes, pale smooth skin, and short height.
He saw the world in black and white, he felt no emotions, he cut, and faked a smile.
Then… He met Reborn, then his family. They, one by one, gave his world color. He was the tenth boss of the Vongola Famiglia!
And he had a people that saved him!