Summary : In a parallel world, Sawada Tsunayoshi lived 16 years of his life by himself. Called by others as Dame-Tsuna, bullied and belittled by others. But never in his life would he expect to receive a mysterious album full of blank pictures. Then, a small event changed it all. He received memories from his other self. His life spins into a different direction. What else would those memories cause?
Okay, this is my first officially KHR fic that is an adventure and not the ones like parody or something so excuse me if I'm not creative enough. Okay, let's start with a goal of 5 reviews. If I got that goal, that's the time I would update. Please give this story a chance.
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"Ciaossu! I'm Reborn, the home tutor."
Sawada Tsunayoshi sat up from his bed, panting heavily. He took a deep breath and calmed himself down. A foreboding feeling coming from his chest alerted him. Something is going to happen.
For the past few days, Tsuna keep waking up in the middle of the night. He doesn't remember anything from his dreams and by the time its morning, he would completely forget it. But this time, he remembered something.
Those words, the images where hazy and mostly the voices he heard were incomprehensible, like something was blocking the words between them, he can't understand what they're saying. But those words were clear.
"Ciaossu! I'm Reborn, the home tutor."
Who was that?
"Oi, Dame-Tsuna, clean the classroom for me would you?" said a classmate who was supposed to be on cleaning duty with Tsuna.
"Eh? But you skipped last time too."
"Please. I really have to go home right now."
The student backed away to the door. "Wait I-"
He escaped running while shouting, "I'll make it up to you!"
Tsuna sighed, But I also need to go home too.
16 year old Tsuna was always used. Everytime someone doesn't want to do something, it was always dumped on him. He stopped for a moment and looked begrudgingly at the place he needs to clean. Still a lot. The orange sun shone behind the widows as it goes down, signalling another end of the day.
He stared at the orange sky and admired it. The sky has so many friends. That was what he thought. He didn't expect to think that but now that he thought of it, he can't help but agree. The sky really has a lot of friends. But...who? Who are they?
He just finished his part-time job at the shopping market and had done his shopping. He arrived at his apartment and opened the door. A year ago, he decided that he was too much a burden to his mother and moved out. Sure, he loved his mother but with his grades, its impossible to help her.
So he moved out. He found a nice enough place to stay with low rent. The landlady is also a nice old woman who he sometimes helped.
"Ah, Tsuna-kun." Speaking of which.
"Good evening, Sumire-san."
"Good evening to you too. Have you eaten yet?"
"No, not yet. I was just going inside."
"I left some of my cooking for you." she handed him a box.
"Thank you, you don't need to go to the trouble."
She let out a laugh, "Now, now, you're a growing boy, Tsuna-kun, and without your parents, you're living a hard life. Just accept it."
Tsuna looked at the box and accepted it. "Thank you. I'll be going now, call me if you need help, Sumire-san."
He entered his apartment after he gave a bow to her. When he opened the lights, in front of him was a box wrapped in brown paper. From the post office? He took it and put it on the table as he put away the food he bought.
He decided to take a bath first. The box forgotten. After he took a bath, he did his assignment and watched some TV. It was almost 11 when he finished and was preparing for bed until he spotted the box again.
Pricking his curiosity, he approached it and looked at the address it was from first. Blank, nothing was written. Tsuna is now more curious. He tore the wrapped open and inside was a white box, no designs or fancy markings.
But when he opened it, there was a letter and a book underneath. He took the letter and opened it and read its contents.
Dear Sawada Tsunayoshi,
Take care of yourself and this album. One day, you'll find the answers to your questions. This is the collection of memories. Keep this with you all the time. You'll know what it is.
The letter was definitely for him, but no one signed the recipient. He looked at the album and picked it up. The design was also pretty simple. At the spine and front sat some kind of mark in gold. A bullet on a shield with a clam with wings atop it, there was also two crossed guns and some vines, below, written in black, is the word Vongola. Then directly below that are the words Famiglia in cursive letters. The background was white.
But the mark was what really intrigued him. I swear I saw this mark somewhere, but when? Where was it?
When he flipped it, its full of pictures. You'd expect it full of faces, smiling ones but inside this are blank pictures, full of black. He closed it. He noticed that he haven't seen the first page yet. Maybe its blank too. But when he looked at the first picture, there was some part of it that wasn't black. Like blurred splotches of black on parts of it. The ones he could see are a background of a yard, green grass, a gray wall and some laundry hanging.
At the middle was a large blurred black spot. He knows someone is standing there because just below was a pair of feet. And another set of small pair of feet.
When he looked at the second picture, he could only see black like the others.
Deciding that he's so tired he left it on the table and went to sleep.
"Ciaossu! I'm Reborn, the home tutor."
"My real job is to make you a mafia boss."
"Go die once."
"Fight with your dying will."
"What you saw was an illusion."
"Protect your important family, Dame-Tsuna."
What the-
Tsuna sat up on his bed quickly. The dreams were getting more vivid and more clearer. Those words, he didn't know them but they feel like part of his life, his memories. His face feels warm, when he touched his cheeks, they were wet. Was he crying?
Yes, he noticed, he wiped his tears. Whose are those? Whose voices? To Whom?
"Protect your important family, Dame-Tsuna."
Mine, those are mine.
Then he noticed that his alarm clock is ringing for a while now. 15 minutes before getting late. For fear of being sermonized by the teachers, he hurried up, washed his face and dressed while the toast is being cooked. He spread the butter and put it in his mouth and took his bag. Just as he was about to take off, he froze suddenly, eyes lingering on the picture album.
He sighed and raised it but his fingers slipped and it fell on the floor. It opened and showed the first page again. Tsuna's mouth dropped open.
What...
On the first picture is a boy with brown hair that he was sure that is him, smiling sheepishly. Though his forehead still has some black, he noticed that something, or rather someone, is sitting on top of it. He was also holding someone because there are some black curly hair peeking out underneath the blotch. The boy's face on his leg was hidden by the blotch but he was sure it was someone he was familiar with. The boy was holding a large book on his hands.
When was this taken? Who were they?
Do I...know them?
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