Finally, after half a year of travelling and moving from uncles and aunts of third grade and further to other relatives, Tsuna ended up in America, where one of his dead relatives once lived. His widow, who had moved away with a new lover and tried to rent their old house often enough without much success, left it for him just the moment he asked. And he didn't even have to pay! No questions, not really a contract, just one sign and he could move in.
Yes, he wasn't a master of the english language and yes, his parents had thrown him out at the age of 22 (time for him to get onto his own feet) and just sent him a bit of money every week to live from, but this was just a Jackpot! Who was he to refuse?
And on top of that, this wasn't just a house, it was a real Villa. One like those you'd see in those magazines for rich people and in a nice, clean neighbourhood full of spoiled kids, old grannies and dogs called fluffy and princess. And somewhere around here, there just had to be a good job for him. He already imagined everything he wanted to do. Tomorrow, he would stand up, nice and refreshed and make himself known to some of the neighbours and ask around if someone had a nice little business he could work at. They would laugh at him and tell him that such a nice boy would get a job instantly and he would work at a nice, clean place, with a nice boss and maybe marry his daughter and get rich.
Goodbye, Kyoko, it was hard to accept that you left me for Longchamp, but it's okay! I heard american woman would be nice and sweet and soon we can meet up at my villa and you will face my pretty wife and think that you should've married me because Longchamp is just a total loser and...
Okay, he had to accept that he really missed her, first. And to clean up his blubbery face. After they had broken up, he hid in his room for nearly a month. After he finally came out again, he looked like one of those teenagers who tried to grow their first beard which means, totally stupid. And he smelled and was dirty and hungry because he was too scared to sneak outside of his room whenever someone else was at home. To top that, the first day he came out of the house, Kyoko was walking arund with Longchamp, hand in hand and smiling like an idiot.
Of course, he ran away, scaredy cat he was. Soof after that, his parents threw him out and now here he was.
He shrugged nervously, before he started to walk up inside of the big house in front of him and pulled the keys out of his pocket, slowly shoving it inside of the keyhole. Something inside crashed.
Wait, his aunt - the widow was one of his far related aunts - told him that everything was set inside. What, if there were some thiefs? He heard lots of stories about robbery in neat little villages and most of them endet at the hospital or worse - at the cemetery.
Okay, Tsuna, keep calm. That can't be a brutal murderer inside there. You don't have any luck at all but it can't be enough misfortune to kill you.
He thought for himself before he opened the door, noticing an old lady - she looked like one of those who used to sit behind curtains and watch their neigbours - who looked pretty interested at what would happen.
Tsuna really expected something creepy like gigantic spiders jumping onto him or some stupid teenagers with horror masks who wanted to make fun of him but nothing happened. There was just this really pretty hallway instead and the stairs. Ironically, he laughed at himself. He should stop to panic so fast. It was perhaps just a cat or something who sneaked inside the house through an open window.
The cause of the noise laid in front of his feet. It was an old vase, or what was left from it. Lifting his suitcases and his bag, however he managed to get all of his stuff here, and stepped inside of the house and set his stuff in a corner next to the door. Somewhere around here just had to be a broom to clean this mess up. Another dull sound was heard, this time from under the stairs. Fast, Tsuna made his way to the small door and opened it. This time it was just a closet with cleaning items. Fast he found the source of that noise. It were a few bottles which fell from one of the shelves. However they managed to do so. Next to the bottles was what he searched for, a handsweeper. Smiling, he took it from the shelve and turned around.
Tsuna shivered as he felt a cold as cold air hit his body. For the moment, he ignored it and went back to the door to sweep up the mess. What a great start.
As he had finished with the floor, he looked up to search his frontyard for a bin and nearly threw the shards away as to grew eyes looked into his. But soon, the two eyes turned out as a big, black cat, that sat in front of him and stared into Tsuna's camarel colored eyes.
"Hiii! You nearly gave me a heart kaspar, big guy. What are you doing here?", Tsuna asked, laying the handsweeper away and reaching out to the cat. Slowly, he touched the soft fur and fondled the cat behind it's ear. At first, it purred loudly and snuggled into Tsuna's hand, but suddenly it seemed to change it's mood and scratched his finger. Before Tsuna could react, it jumped above his head and disappeared inside of the house, into some room.
"HIII! Hey, com back here!", the boy squealed and turned around, but he couldn't even make out one hair of the cat. Curious, he looked at his hand, but... there was no scratch. Maybe the cat belonged to someone and her claws were too short to hurt someone?
Whatever, at least I'm not that alone now.
With that, Tsuna stood up, threw the shreds away and went back inside the house, closed the door behind him and started to carry his luggage upstairs to get his stuff into the wardrobes as soon as he picked out a room for himsel.
Poor Tsuna, who didn't even know that he was everything but alone in that house.
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Yeah, new fanfiction until I have planned the story for Troubled a bit more.
What will happen to Tsuna inside the house and who exactly are his roommates? Maybe you find out if you ask them yourself in the next chapter.
