Hey, you!
I'm sorry. But since I felt suddenly confused by the way I wrote this, I'm going to edit story chapter by chapter. I still plan on finishing it since I finally got a clear insight on where this story will lead.
Finally!
Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! and Fairy Tail.
Prologue
Real or Not?
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I can't think of anything that can destroy the vigilante that I have founded except from the nightmares which feels a lot more real than it was supposed to. It bothered me so much that it's driving my focus away from successfully fulfilling Vongola's true goal—to protect the people.
I can't afford to have any of those nightmares any more.
Last night was especially one of the ones which felt real.
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I was a 10-year old boy again, standing in the same tower from before. It is the place where they make people living sacrifices or force them to work for their evil cause; that is to revive an evil wizard named Zeref.
R-System, as they would call it.
As a little boy, I also feared being hurt by these people, so I did as I was told. I transferred bricks here and there, only to see one of my dear friends being punished just because she made a little mistake. One of the cult's lackey was about to raise his whip, but I was quick enough to shield my scarlet-haired friend. I can't help but scream out of the pain I felt against my back.
"You're okay," I can't help but give the shaking girl a grin. "I won't let them hurt you."
'Erza…'
An azure-haired boy pulled the girl in our group's cell since the girl was too emotional to go back on her own. Even though I felt pain physically, I was feeling pretty great inside.
I felt great protecting the scarlet-haired girl.
That was when everything went blur.
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I reached for the scar on my back which trailed down from the right uppermost part of my back to the left lowermost part of it. It was a scar which they said I got from the car accident which my real family and I got ourselves into.
But because my nightmare last time felt more real than what they told me, I started having doubts. 'Is it really from that accident… or from that whipping?'
I don't know what to believe because I just know that these nightmares kept on coming back with a reason.
And so the circle starts.