Another story! Haha... I have ideas that must be write down xD
English is not my mother tongue so excuse my grammar mistakes...
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own KHR!
Prologue
Humiliating. Barbarous. It felt cruel. Every day, every time. No pause, no break.
He had to bear it. He had to. But he didn't want to. To bear the pain, the helpless feeling every time.
Then he walked through the corridor he had the feeling that everyone observed him and waited for him to make a mistake in order to make fun of him. The cold feeling running down his spine then someone passed him, fearing that he would feel pain in the next second.
His one and only friend who wasn't his friend anymore… stood there and looked down on him. He felt horrible.
…
He walked downstairs to his locker, having always the same feeling of loneliness and sadness but mixed with anger and frustration. He was too weak. A no-good one. He was damned to be the loser of all time. Forever and ever.
As he arrived his locker he didn't want to open it. It was always the same. Something would be in there. Something terrible. Gross.
He raised his hand and opened it. He stepped back, had the feeling to throw up. Well, they had the amicability to put the shit – literally – in a plastic bag. He bit his lower lips and tried not to breathe.
He grabbed the bag, his shoes and threw the bag in a bin. He walked back to his locker and saw a 'graffiti' on his door of his locker. Go belly up!
He was silent and sighed. Nothing new, huh? He closed his locker after putting his school shoes in the locker. He put his street shoes on and grabbed his school gab.
That was merely nothing. He walked out of the school as someone appeared in front of him.
"What are you doing?" The boy sounded annoyed.
"…going home" he answered.
"So late? Everyone has already gone home for hours!"
"…I was locked in a wardrobe."
"Hmpf. How lame." The boy smirked. "Why don't we have a bit fun, then?"
He stepped back. He shivered in fear. "N-no, please. Don't."
"Hn. I will not listen to you." The evil smirk widened.
"I hate weaklings like you. They irritate me!"
Everyone irritates you, he thought. "Then, shall we begin?"
"Hiiieee!"
…
It was already evening. The sun went down and strained the sky red and orange. He looked up to the sky and stopped. He closed the eyes and enjoyed the cool air.
His body hurt. He had a headache and he thought his rips were broken. And his right leg was sprained. He felt tired – tired of everything.
.
.
He opened his house door and listened to any sound of the house. His mum wasn't home yet. That's good. He closed the door and went upstairs to his room. He closed it. He locked up.
He lay down on his bed and rolled himself to a ball. He was tired…
"Are you awake?"
He shrugged and saw his mum in his door. "Ka-san. You're home?"
She smiled. "Yes. Are you alright?"
"Yeah, kind of…"
"You don't look good. Are you in trouble?"
"No. Don't worry."
"…Could you come downstairs? Papa and I have something to tell you."
He frowned and nodded. "Yeah, I'll come down immediately", he said and waited for his mother to walk away. He touched his rips and it hurt. But nothing was broken, fortunately. He got up and ambled downstairs. His leg hurt.
In the living room his father and his mother sat on the desk and waited for him. "C'mon. Sit down, son", his dad said and smiled at him.
He sat down. "What's up, Ka-san? To-san?"
"Well, you see… I got a new job for a while now. And…" His father looked to his wife. "So… we have to leave Namimori. I know, it is hard for you-"
"No, it's perfectly fine", their son interrupted his father. "It's okay. It's for your job." He smiled at him brightly. "I don't want to be the reason why you hesitate. I'll support you!"
His mother sighed in relief but she was also worried. "You're so a good boy", she said, touching his hand. "I'm sorry…"
"What are you apologizing for, Ka-san?" he asked, but she merely smiled sad.
"I don't know…"
He laughed a bit. "You're weird Ka-san."
He got up and wanted to go upstairs.
"You know, son", his father said.
He looked back.
"We love you. We'll always love you, Tsuna."
Their son smiled. "Yes. I know. I love you, too."
...
…
"Tsuna. Tsuna. Tsuna, wake up!"
A similar voice called for him. The brunette sighed and found himself in an uncomfortable position. He blinked and rubbed his eyes. "Hm? What's up?" he murmured half asleep.
"Y'know, work begins soon. You have to be ready" the orange haired man said. "Reborn will yell at you again."
Tsuna sighed. "Yeah, yeah, I'm going", he yawned and sat up. He was too sleepy. "What time is it, Irie-san?"
"Almost six in the evening", Irie responded.
Tsuna yawned again. "Hmm… okay." He stood up and ambled to the bathroom. The phone rang. "I'll answer the phone", Irie said and Tsuna just waved and closed the door. He took off his clothes and showered for eight minutes as Irie knocked on the door.
"Tsuna? Reborn awaits us in ten minutes. Hurry up" Irie informed him. Tsuna nodded, knowing that Irie couldn't see it. Tsuna left the shower and dried himself before wearing a normal jeans and a pullover.
He rubbed his wet hair with a towel and looked for Irie. "Irie?" Tsuna walked through the small flat. "In the kitchen!"
Tsuna entered the kitchen. "Want some coffee?" Irie asked and Tsuna nodded.
"Uff. My back hurts. They're going to be rougher and rougher", the brown haired man said. Irie laughed a bit. "Yeah, but you cannot do anything about it."
After drinking a cup of coffee the two friends left their flat and walked through the corridor. "I think, Reborn called all of us. I wonder what he will announce", Irie sighed.
They entered a room, Reborn's office. A few people already awaited them. Tsuna frowned. "What happened?" he asked and closed the door behind him.
Reborn, sitting behind his desk, waited for them to arrive. "Too late, you two", he said.
Irie bowed. "We're sorry" he said.
"Alright. Sit down."
Irie and Tsuna nodded to the other few men in the room and sat down on a dark brown, almost black sofa. Tsuna looked to Reborn because he could feel his gaze on him.
Tsuna narrowed his eyes and waited for information.
"Look, we're having in Tokyo a good time", Reborn said, still gazing at Tsunayoshi.
"And we earned a lot of money –that's good. But I'll have to send a few people of you to another town. To do this and that for me."
Tsuna clenched his hands, his eyes were still narrowed.
"Where will it be?" a silver haired man asked.
Reborn looked to the man then he returned looking to Tsuna.
"Namimori."
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