This is my very first fanfic ever, I hope you like it

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Katekyo Hitman Reborn as it belongs to the awesome Amano Akira!

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"Random"- speech

'Random'- Thoughts

The hollow sound of clashing metal echoed around the small wooden crate. Its base covered by rough, shredded straw which easily scratched against the boy's frail skin. Salt was absorbed into the wooden cage causing the air within the crate to turn stale. The boy tried comforting himself by curling into the corner but did no good against the constant chattering made by his teeth and the chilling shivers that crawled up his spine. The boy drifted in and out of consciousness lulled by the continuous bumps that slightly rattled the boy's encasement. He could hear others whispering close by, along with the pleaful cries of younger children. This only spurred his feelings, reminding him of what he had lost… And only that he could gain from here.

The rocking from outside the crate came to a stop only leaving the faded sound of pitter patter and the distinct sound of thundering footsteps. The boy sat up in anticipation. Footsteps roared louder around his "fortress" accompanied by the almost silent muffle of voices. "Start opening…" "Sir we shouldn't… become a threat…" He held his ear closer to the prickly frame. "Listen, we need to do this now or…" "But we can't just…" "… Hot on our trail…" What? What are they talking about? The boy only stared at the dimly lighted wall opposite him. He could no longer hear the other children's cries of distress coming from outside his crate. It was then the world started to turn.

Loud creaks of thunder rattled around the box causing the boy to huddle into the corner. Children outside screamed, almost running their voices dry. This was only prolonged as various men yelled over the panic adding to the sense of distraught. Thud, "No!" "Wahh!" "Go away!" The boy let out strangled whimpers whilst clutching his shoulder in a weak act of self-defence. The noise outside quickly grew. Children screaming, men shouting. He wanted them to stop. Just stop. He covered his ears forcefully trying to keep the noise. Tears started to drip down his face.

"Too loud, too loud..." He began chanting, an attempt to sooth his nerves.

Bang

A single shot as raucous as thunder rang. Everything became quiet. Dead quiet. "It stopped." The boy whispered unclamping his hands from his head. Another bang sounded, its echo ricocheting off all the walls. Time froze. He could hear everything stopping, even his own breathing.

"Last crate," A small husky voice whispered through one of the air holes drilled on the boy's encasement. A cold shiver shook him. Instantly he heard the scraping of metal and the crackling of breaking wood grains. 'Wait… their opening the box!' His eyes widened at the realisation. He looked down at his hands which were trembling uncontrollably. 'What's going to happen? What will they do…?' Thoughts were cut off as light flooded into his crate. He cringed slightly, his senses dull from the instant exposure. It took a couple of seconds for the boy to adjust his eyes to the newly received light. A tall silhouette kneeled at the opening. His face and most over features were cloaked by a hooded jacket at closer inspection.

"Time to go boy." The shadowed man cooed over. The boy quickly pulled back as a hand tried to reach for him. "Come on, you're wasting my time." The man hissed reaching in further to grab onto the boys forearm. The man quickly dragged the child out getting a better glimpse at the boy.

His caramel brown hair was gravity-defying, spikes laid out pointing in all directions almost reaching past his shoulders. His face and body littered with dark bruises and sickly looking scratches that were covered with smudges of dirt and mud. The boy's clothes were tattered at the edges and really only consisted of a simple orange t-shit which barely clung onto him being too big and a three quarter pair of jeans. His eyes met the boys brown doe-like eyes. They screamed of terror and fear, begging the man to let go but a small glitter drew his eyes down to the boy's neck. A gleaming silver chain hung loosely with two rings threaded onto to it. One had the design of a small lion's cub head fully out of silver whilst the other ring looked a lot more older. A bright orange gem sat within the middle of six other gems: violet, indigo, green, blue, yellow and red. A small inscription surrounded the gems near the rings rim. 'Vongola,' the man only shrugged as the boy pulled the rings closer to his chest. 'Those are probably fakes he stole… doesn't concern me.'

The man dragged the boy out of the truck into the empty warehouse. He didn't even have time to look around before pain flared up his left arm. Instinctively, he retracted his hand but shot his head up at his mistake. The boy was already out of the abandoned warehouse leaving only a trail of dirty footprints.

"Darn, ones getting away…" the man grunted looking back to the other children already herded by his subordinates.

"One won't matter, right?"

'Where… am I? The small boy slowly slumped against the brick wall of an alley. His legs were jelly as he could not stand anymore from all the running he had done earlier. He wanted to so badly fall asleep there, in the safety of the overflowing rubbish but kept vigil. He knew better than to fall asleep but his will was dropping as the idea of resting became more tempting. Rain had long soaked his clothes. He quivered and whimpered at the sharp snaps of cold wind. He drew his legs further into the plastic bags that harshly reeked and assaulted his nose. This only caused the small boy to scrunch his face in disgust.

An almost silent clink brought the boys gaze down to his necklace. His hands caressing the tow rings tenderly, as if frightened that one wrong touch could break them both. This calmed him almost, his eyes staring to close but his eyes opened wide at the two figures that stood in front of him.

"Tsuna?" "Juudaime?"

Tsunayoshi looked up in shock at the two newcomers. The taller of the two had short spikey hair that was a charcoal black bringing out his dark brown eyes. He looked well-toned and wore a white and blue school uniform along with a long bag that was held behind him. The latter of the two was dressed in a punk style, belts hung closely on his waist and a red under shirt could be seen under his school uniform. His hair almost gleamed silver that contrasted deeply with his emerald eyes. All in all, both were so stunning that Tsuna turned away as he could almost imagine them both surrounded by sparkles.

"Juudaime, are you okay? Dammit, you're hurt! I'll hunt down and kill all of those bastards for you Juudaime!"

The grey haired boy yelled at his inner conflict before bowing in front of the boy hitting his head on the concrete floor.

"Maa maa, Hayato just calm down." The brown haired boy laughed attempting to pull his friend of the ground.

"When did I ever give you permission to call me by my first name, baseball idiot!" Hayato, Tsuna presumed was already off the concrete releasing a string of curses at his mate. Tsuna flinched at the sudden peak of loudness already desperately trying to drown himself in his surroundings.

"Gokudera, stop. Your scaring Tsuna." Yamamoto's face turned from his usual goofy grin to one that some of the top hitman in the world would turn green in envy for. Gokudera flinched but nodded nonetheless. 'Damn you baseball idiot!'

"W-who are you?" Both boys looked down at the source of the croaking voice. Tsuna's eyes were already brimmed with small tears and his hands a sickly pale white from all the shaking.

"W-wait Juudaime… what are you saying?" Gokudera words fumbled as they spilled out. 'No, wait! It can't be…'

"Ha ha ha, Tsuna… You always know how to say a good joke." Yamamoto laughed but unable to cover his nervousness. He slowly reached out to his friend below but his hand was forcefully jerked away.

"NO!" Tsuna cried out as he quickly pushed past both the boys already bolting off like a jack rabbit down the alley.

"JUUDAIME!" "TSUNA WAIT!"

TBC...

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