Hello there! Shoujo Cosette here, this is my first fanfiction, so I hope you enjoy! And to be honest this was painful to write. I don't know whether this is good or not, but it hurts me to treat Tsuna this way. Oh well~ Please review.
Summary: Tsuna is byakuran's new toy, after Tsuna had been given to Byakuran by his mother, Tsuna had been too scared to trust anyone but Byakuran. But the Vongola is after Tsuna, and they will do anything to regain their heir. But Byakuran will not let go of his precious toy. 10027, All27
Rating: T, for now, if people want explit rape\lemon it would go up.
Warnings: Male on male, rape(not sure yet), abuse, Nana bashing, Lemon(not sure yet), writer with dyslexia.
Disclaimer: I do not own KHR, or anything relate to it. This is simply a fanficiton and I also do not get any profit of this.
This is not Beta'd.
Enjoy, and please review.
Prologue:
'Tsuna, you are really no good! What am I supposed to do now? You scared away that costumer with your disgusting appearance!' His mother said, her hands going through her hair, and despair showing all around on her round face.
Today had been another time the boy had scared away his mother's ''Costumers'', by showing up home early. They were suffering from poverty, and the only little money they could make was made by his mother ''Selling'' herself. Although the boy didn't actually knew what that meant, he had a suspicion it could only be something really bad.
The boy didn't know what it was, but when something bad was about to happen, or something was just plain not right, the boy would have a strange feeling in his stomach, it wasn't like butterflies in his stomach, but something far more unpleasant. The boy didn't actually have words to describe the feelings. And this unpleasant feeling, was something the boy had when his mother was doing her job.
'I'm sorry mother.' The boy replied shyly to her.
He looked up to his mother with his big round eyes, he just hoped his mother wasn't angry at him, it would make his mother happy, the boy could wait in the park or something if school was finished earlier than usual. The boy would have to be careful of his bullies, but he would manage somehow.
'Maybe, I can wait in the park if school ends earlier than planned next time?' The boy said, hoping that this would cheer up his mother.
His mother walked up to him anger in all the moves she made, her eyes were seeing red from the anger and finally the boy felt the soft hand of his mother connect to his check. 'SLAP', the boy felt his eyes growing teary, and his small hand went up to the place where his mother had slapped him, the boy slowly rubbed his cheek hoping for the pain to grow less, what was this? Why did his mother slap him? She never had done something like this before!
'Mo..Mother.' The boy managed to bring out without shrieking, what he usually would do, but somehow knew that, that wouldn't be a smart thing to do.
His mother was panting, anger still displayed on her face. Slowly she was growing closer to the boy once again. Tsuna slowly tried backing away, but his legs weren't listening to the boy anymore. The boy couldn't help it but he shrieked anyways. 'HIE!?'
His mother grabbed the boy at his collar and pushed him against the dark wall of their hallway. The boy almost started to cry it out, but his mouth wouldn't release another sound after the shriek, the boy was too frightened to do so.
'You ungrateful little shit, do you even know what your mother has to do to let you go to your goddamn school? After all, ever since your father has left me, for his bigger love, ''Work'', I have constantly been doing shitty jobs, to support the likes of you. But let me tell you something you brat, I'm sick of that, I need to care more for MYSELF.' His mother said, hatred flowing out of her mouth, something she had been supressing ever since the boy had been born.
The boy looked at his mother with big eyes, did he really mistreat his mother that much? Did his existence made her that unhappy? Could his mother curse that much? It all seemed so unreal, his mother, the kind woman he loved so much, saying all these cruel things.
'Well, Do you have anything to say to this?' She said, her voice gaining some sort of coldness, something the boy hadn't hear his mother speak in, ever.
The boy was still at a total loss of words, he couldn't quite comprehend what just had been said. This must be a lie right? His mother loved him with all her might right? This must be some kind of illusion right? This was all just a bad dream right?
'You can't even properly answer my goddamn question, you little shit?' His mother's voice had flared up once again, her hand rising preparing the give the boy another beating. Before the boy even had any realisation of what was about to happen to him the hand had once more connected to his check, followed by another slap on his other.
His mother kept on doing the same thing to the poor boy, while some kind of happiness appeared on her face, it looked like a madman's laugh in the boy's point of few, and he was truly frightened. As his mother kept on hitting the boy on the same places some kind of metallic flavour appeared in his mouth, the boy wanted the cry, but the tears just wouldn't fall.
His mother kept going on and going on, her laugh growing louder and harder. The boy wanted it to stop, but nothing came out of the small boys mouth. He tried as hard as he could to even release the smallest kind of noise, and finally he managed to say softly. 'Mother.. Please stop..'
His mother finally stopped slapping, and slowly lowered her soft hand. She seemed to be thinking about something, leaving the boy behind for a few moments in his newly gained pain. But the moment didn't last for long, and his mother pulled his arm strongly.
The boy let out a soft whimper, soft enough for the boy's mother not to hear. She continued to pull the small boy's arm and started walking towards one of the boy's most hated room. Or so the boy assumed. She continued to walk and finally opened the door of the basement, followed by him mother throwing him into the dark and crammed basement.
The boy fell of the basement stairs his head hitting one of the old boxes stationed in the crammed room. The boy's body hurt all over and all he wanted to do was rest, but yet all that his body was going to allow him was to stare into the eyes of his mother, his body lying on the floor lifelessly.
'Stay here, I have a phone call to make.' She said, her mouth smiling kindly, but her eyes showing hatred in a kind of way he had not ever seen before.
His mother closed the door to the room behind her, and locked the old door behind her. Leaving the boy into oblivion. He slowly fell into an abyss of darkness.
A\N: This really felt weird to write, I hope it didn't suck and please don't kill me XD. Did you enjoy though? I hope so!
This fanfiction is dedicated to my classmate Roos, who took my story book while I was chatting with the girl next to me about les miserables. She read it, and *sigh* said I should put up a story online. So I did. You happy Roos? Oh and she also said I should update frequently to not let any of you wait too long.
Don't forget to review!
Yane~