Warning: OOC characters, AU, rated M for gore, and no YAOI (I feel a little bit disturbed if I try making one) torture fic, plot full of angst, some failed humor here and there, some bad grammar….. You get the idea…

Disclaimer: I do not own katekyo hitman reborn… cause if I did… I would have put on lots and lots of angst in the plot. And Kyoko and Haru will be pushed out of the story

Chapter 1: vanishing memories

Black... darkness everywhere….

No, his eyes are just closed. But no matter how much he wills it, he just can't open it. Other than that, why does he fell like he is floating? Oh, it's just that he is floating on water. Couldn't he just swim to the surface? Not with all the tubes connected to him.

Oh yes, he remembers, he was currently on a water tank, restrained with life support to help him live. But to him it feels more like its restraining his freedom, like a chain that keeps him bound to the ground, or in his case, water.

How did he get into this situation again? Right, two scary men clad in suits took him away from his father. Or is that what happened? His memory is fuzzy, the images flickering like a switch is turned on and of at a fast rate. He only remembers an adult reaching towards him. Then another flashback came, that same man being with a group of men. Other than that, the memories that he had are only blurry images.

Who was that man? More importantly, what was his name? He looks so familiar…Is he an important person in my life? The person thought. On the other hand, WHAT was his name? Why can't he remember his own name? Well, he must have a name. I mean everyone has one, right? He tries to remember but only pain is what he felt.

Why is he here? Who are all these people? 'Can't they stop poking me with needles? It hurts so much…'

He wants to go back to his daddy. To the father he had known in his own life. Yet, he couldn't remember his face, or his voice that soothes him when he is tensed or afraid. Didn't his daddy love him? It's not like his father purposely gave him away, right? Then why?

Something flashed before his eyes, stunning him for a moment.

Curiosity got the better of him and once again he tries to open his eyes. He had to use all of his will just to open his eyes. Bright light blinded him momentarily and when his eyes got used to the illumination, he wished he didn't opened his eyes.

A doctor's surgery kit was located on his left and behind it was bloodied operation table, unwashed for days or even weeks. Strange vials occupy the bookshelves and on his right are… are those human parts? He can clearly see a hand protruding across a spilled digestive system. A heart can be seen just beside the head, cleanly severed from the body. Oh, if only he can control his body then maybe he would have puked over at the horrendous sight before him. He would have a horrible nightmare, many, many horrible nightmares. But then, the place where he is now is already a nightmare for him.

As his weakened eyes try to scan the room again, he saw that there are two people talking, more like whispering. He wonders why they would need to whisper if they are the only people in the room. One of the mentioned glanced at him, eyes wide open. Seeing that the kid is awake, the said man points to his direction, thereby letting the second man know why the sudden surprise on his face.

One of them scrambled to the machine and pressed a big red button. Without warning, several vials filled with medicine popped out of nowhere. Each one had a needle inserted to them then, suddenly, the medicine rose up from the vials into the tube.

Different colored liquids took of in one direction, mainly to the gagged child.

His vision suddenly blurs, sleep seeping, crawling to his mind yet again. He can see through the glass the fluids flowing to his body. He is scared. What are these? He asks no one. Struggling to stay awake, he can barely work up the words spoken by one of the men in gowns. Then giving in to the drugs, he embraced the blissfulness of sleep, the words echoing inside his mind.

"A miracle ….first successful….experiment…. worked…..dead….alive"

Two men clad in white were looking at the results that they have collected. Their worries were growing larger since their boss is already demanding a report about the results of the experiment. But what could they report since all of their experiments died?

"What would we do? If boss finds out that the experiment failed, he'll have us fired or worse, killed!" the first scientist whispered to his comrade.

"How 'bout if we delay our reports for several days? That way, at least we can say goodbye to our families…" the other whispered back.

Looking back to the experiments, the first man was surprised that one of them was awake and looking at tem with glazed eyes. He pointed to the vat, causing the other to look at where he's pointing. Surprised also since the kid died last week, he just stared until a voice took him back to earth.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Inject those drugs on him! And make it quick!" shouted the first man. Snapping out of his daze, he scrambled to the life-support machine and pressed a red button. All the medicines flowed to the child. Sighing, they waited until the child went back to sleep. After a few minutes, the child was finally out.

The first man cannot hide his excitement. He faced his comrade and said "this is great! Now that the experiment is successful, we can report it to the boss without problems."

The second cannot comprehend what happened. "It… it must be a miracle!" He exclaimed.

He leafed through the reports, eyes scanning until he found what he is looking for. He read it loud and clear, like he is trying to understand what happened.

"Experiment no. 169, died in third week of October, reason: first experiment to live thought the procedure, then he suddenly lost all signs of life" he read. He finally had an idea on what happened: ". It seems that he went to a death-like state and was revived a while ago. Yeah that's what happened!" he cried in excitement.

The first man asked in confusion "So you mean, he was dead but a miracle happened and he's alive?"

"Yes…"

"So should we tell boss?" the first one asked.

"Yes, yes we should" he said with a Cheshire's smile

A/N:

Everyone, I would like you to know that this would be my first multi-chaptered fanfic. I got some inspiration for this when my theology teacher had us watch some video clips of "pasyon" and flagellation. For those who don't know, the pasyon is a very, very, very long prayer that is chanted or dramatized in the holy week. Meanwhile, flagellation is the whipping or scourging of oneself, understood as a form of penance and as a participation in the passion of Christ.

Trust me… guys in the video whip themselves up until the skin in their back is almost ripped off. Worse, they let others whip them very hard.

Well, the other inspirations for this story are those first/tenth gen family fluffs. I always wanted to find some first/tenth gen stories but the ones here are quite similar to each other...

Lastly, can anyone guess who the kid is? I changed the summary a bit so the answer's not there. But I think the answer is obvious cuz I gave a clue up there. You can pm me or just type the answer in the reviews. For the first one who can guess who it is, I might write a one-shot for you any rating and genre, even yaoi (I'll try my best.). And I'll put up the real summary when someone got the correct answer or if I post the next chapter….

Before this author's note turns into a rant, I would like to thank you readers who would take their time to read my fanfic. Comments are always welcome, may it be constructive or flames. Don't worry if you think I would be angry if your comments are degrading, I always think that others pointing your mistakes will let you learn from repeating it again.

Once again, thank you very much and please, R&R

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