„Speaking"
„Thoughts"
Scarlet-Nin: This Idea wouldn´t let me go, so I decided to write it together with my friend! Please tell me what you think about it and enjoy~! ^^
Disclaimer: I don´t own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Chapter 1
It was so hot. The sun was burning down on his back as he made his way through a crowd. He was careful not to bump into people, not only would that be rude, but who knew what could happen? He lived in one of the worst parts in Italy after all, if you could call it that. He wouldn´t like to admit it, but he was feeling more exhausted than normal.
He looked up at the sky with longing eyes, it always relaxed him. To gaze into that dreamy blue. He paid no attention to the dirty Alleyways or that his clothes were torn up. He wore black pants, a simple white shirt and dark shoes. His Golden Blonde hair that was usually spiked up was damp from sweat and his bangs were stuck on his forehead. Sweat trailed down his cheek.
"I better hurry up and go back." He thought with a sigh as he kept walking, concentrating on not swaying. He really didn´t feel so good, he was dizzy, but he could manage. It wasn´t like somebody would help him if he collapsed on the ground.
Still, he felt strange today and he knew that was not the heat speaking. He wasn´t that delirious. It was like something in his head was saying something to him. It told him to stay out a bit longer and even though he was uneasy, he trusted that feeling.
It wouldn´t really matter if he took a short walk and rested a bit, would it? Not to mention he was able to get a good pay check today. Call him stupid, but he would rather earn money than steal it. It was hard work especially in such heat, but it was totally worth it.
He was always stubborn when it came to earning money. If he didn´t do these jobs every now and then, what would become of the children in the orphanage? The caretakers weren´t nice people.
Some could argue he was still a child too, but he didn´t care. The food rations were almost completely gone and he liked helping where he could. One of the advantages were sneaking out when he wanted to. He disliked that place with a passion. The adults there were cruel. He was kind of glad that he managed to get them to focus on him when it came to punishment, like slapping and beatings. He always healed a bit faster than the other children, so he could take the bruises and sometimes cuts silently. Not once crying out in pain, just taking hit after hit.
Something he hated worse than the beatings were the whisperings. Just because he was different somehow, didn´t mean he was evil or some demon from hell. He was always polite, liked helping others and took care of the children there. Was he really so bad?
The wind hit his face gently brushing his bangs out of his face as he walked through the street. It was afternoon and more people were going home.
He still felt so hot. He gently wiped the sweat that formed on his forehead away with the back of his hand, sighing as he dreaded going back to that place.
He wished he could stay out a bit longer, but he knew when he stayed longer than normal, then he would have to talk to that man. He shivered at the thought.
Every time he got near that man, Alarm bells would go off in his head and he would find an excuse to get the hell away from that man. The smile of the man was enough to make his stomach drop in anxiety and his heart beat speed up in fright.
He learned to trust the feeling he got. It always warned him from danger, so he didn´t hesitate following that feeling without a second thought. It certainly made his life a little easier.
He stumbled in the street, almost falling on his face as he was hit with a dizzy spell. Blurry images rushing by as he steadied himself. Holding his head till he was sure he could walk without tripping. He was always a bit clumsy.
He swallowed and winced at his sore throat. How could he not notice that? He sighed softly and stood still, just enjoying the wind cooling him down a little. The peace and quiet helping his headache.
He got that feeling again. The one that made him stay out so long in the first place. It told him to turn around and he did. He felt his eyes widen a bit as he saw a figure standing on top of the stairs he was currently resting. He saw a frown, pink or was it red? Hair and eyes staring at him and he managed to smile at the stranger before his world went black.
The only thing he heard before he hit the ground and was out could was a cry.
"HEY!"
Unconsciousness was pleasant sometimes.