Welcome! This is my version of Katekyo Hitman Reborn, my childhood. Here, I will be throwing surprises and will change canon to fit my own -OC-
She was awakened in a brightly lit room. A room suffused with the smell of sanitized alcohols and iodoform fragrance. Confused, she turned around but was nudged against a soft white case. It was a pillow and she was lying on it. When she tried to move, she realized that her body was flat against a textured surface. It took her awhile to process everything. Where is she? Who is she? No, most importantly, how did she become chained up on a bed?
She pulled her hands from under the covers of the blanket and found it attached to an IV drip. The hospital? It seems like it. Intaking her other hand, she violently pulled apart the connective needle and dragged her weak body off the bed. It was hard to move as though her joints were half broken apart and her instincts proved her right when she saw her legs bound by bandages. Before she could move a complete step forward, her body had collapsed onto the cold paved floor. She winced at the slight pain delivered but since the impact was less damaged due to her arms properly levitating the fall.
"Ugh..."
Despite not being able to move with her lower half, she crawled with her arms. She didn't know where she wanted to go but she didn't want to be in the room anymore. And so she crawled and crawled and crawled until she reached the door. She used her still mobile hand planning to tug the handle downward but realized her limbs were too short.
No, her entire body has shrunk.
Her heart palpitated at the truth in fear. Has she reverted back to being a child? What happened? But there was no answer available. She clawed the door hoping someone could open it, she rammed her fists against the doors so someone can answer her prayers.
And so it did.
Coming from right behind the wooden door frame was a young woman in her young adulthood. She had brunette hair and while she was not a beauty, her looks were above average. When she saw the young frail child upon the ground crawling as though her limbs were broken, her face broke out into uncontrollable tears.
"Tsu-chan! Tsu-chan!" She sobbed, almost desperate for herself to bear such a pain instead. However, despite her strong emotions, the young child remained perplexed with a face disgruntled of fear. When the mother descended forth to hug the child, the young one received it by slapping her arms away with a ferocious glare. Her expression was that of a frightened beast. The shock from the slap only made Sawada Nana's heart crumble more than it ever did. Using the best of her coherent words, she apologized over and over again.
"I'm...sorry...sorry...so-rry for not protecting you well."
Perhaps the sincere expression or the largely emotional tears that pour endlessly from Nana's face that the girl's guard had lightened up a bit. Using the best of her ability to hold her upper part, she gently put her tiny hands onto the clenched fist of Nana's. And as her hands touched Nana, it soothed her heavy grieving replacing with more gentle tears instead.
"Who are you?"
Nana desperately opened her blurred eyes to look at the weak girl. She had a blonde hair similar to her Italian father but the looks in her eyes changed. They were no longer the timid kind ones but exchanged with a cautious alert one. It has been a year since her slumber. Those times were tough and despite Nana repeatedly coming back and forth to the hospitable praying that her dear child can live once more or perhaps that heaven can send a shinigami to trade her life just to extend her little Tsu-chan's life, everything seemed bleak. While the words questioning her identity stabbed her in the heart, she still swallowed it down for the pain was only minimum to those times she had waited.
Nana picked up her tear ridden eyes, rims dyed red and bitterly smiles. "I am your mother, Sawada Nana."
"And I?"
Wiping the corner of her eyes that was thinning of tears, she smiled even more."You are mine and Sawada Iemitsu's child, Sawada Tsunami." Even if you forget everything it is fine. Compared to the times I have been waiting for you to wake up, everything is better. Memories, if lost, can be regained. I am your mother and that is a fact sealed by our thick blood.
"Come, let's get you up back to the bed." While saying so, Nana picked up the young child almost effortlessly and gently placed her on the hospital bed.
The door knocked lightly and a screeching sound could be heard, Nana issued forth and arriving was a doctor appearing with coincidence. She is draped with her angle white uniform, complexation a bit surprised by the sitting body on the bed.
"Mrs. Sawada congratulations!" Her voice was humored pleasantly.
"Yes, it has been a year since I have waited."
The doctor nodded slightly donning a pretty smile on her face. She arrived in front of Tsunami and began to palpate. However, upon seeing that cold metal pressing onto her chest, the young child flinched. It caused a ripple in her unsteady heart adding to what's more of the pumping. Her breathing grew ragged and her fists clenched tight. The metal pressing her chest spurned her memories of that once cold blade stabbing her beating heart. One stab, two stabs, three stabs and she watched it all through her deathly live eyes.
"Tsunami-chan, calm down. This is safe."
The child did not heed her words and instead, her response turned more violent. She flung the gentle arms away and clutched herself tightly into a defensive pose.
"Tsu-chan, Tsu! It's okay, Kaa-san is here." Nana rushed to gently pat Tsunami's tiny crumbled back. Her face forlorn of its past joy. "Mizune! What is happening to Tsu-chan?!"
She turned to face the woman before her, questioning her of her child's peculiar aggressive behavior but the doctor named Mizune only grew ashen with the sudden turn of events. She hurriedly assured the young mistress of the Sawada family hoping to partake some sort of control to the situation. What occurred was only a 'normal reaction' of a possible post-traumatic stress and everything shall be guaranteed control once more should the little Tsunami rest more after the unsettled awakening.
Like that, Nana was quietly cooed by the pretty doctor dressed in an angel cape and Tsunami was at once put under control with a dosage of anesthesia that was possible after a slight struggle.
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"Sawada Tsunami. Sawada Tsunami. Sawada Tsunami. Sawada Tsunami."
Rocking back and forth in the pure white room was the only thing she could do. And calling her name one second after the other was the only thing she could say. The room is void of nothing. Void of feelings and void of senses. It barricaded her in like a protective shell.
"Sawada Tsunami."
Was that her name? No, that was not her name. She knows she is not part of the Sawada family and neither is she Tsunami. She picked herself off the smooth white ground and stared off into space where it is smooth, nice and clean. It has no filth and even herself is dressed in a white one piece. She is the embodiment of a perfect white canvas. Her short strands of golden hair brushed lightly across her pale cheeks and her eyes shone with light.
"There is no danger...No danger...No danger. No danger. No danger."
A trickle of joy wept in her heart. She was not in danger. It is very peaceful and very calm, serene with no thoughts. She likes it very much. Spinning her heels, she ran from the wide space jumping up and down. This must be heaven. No, this is a haven.
"Haha...ha...hahaha..."
Now, there are emotions. Emotions of joy, happiness, and content but still no emotions of ugliness. As she ran from place to place, she suddenly found a white box room appearing from behind her. A slip of confusion came from her tiny mouth. She walked to the box and a black lining was unsealed. A knob was found and something in her told her to open it. So she did, allowing herself to step inside another much larger haven. The young girl giggled at the small magic that the white space materialized. Step by step, she walked deeper inside until she saw a guy sitting in a white chair. He had an uncanny handsomeness to him that made her unable to tear her innocent orbs away.
"Who are you?" She asked with curiosity. Her voice a bit childish yet also contains a bit of caution.
The man lifted his head to match hers and together their pretty orange glow flickered. He had blonde hair like hers, yet unlike the child whose features were nearly undeveloped, the man had already reached the prime to his youth.
"You... are not from the Vongola lineage."
The young girl twisted her facial features in confusion. "Vongola lineage?"
"Are you lost, child?"
"Lost? I'm lost?" She repeated after with a cheerful chirp.
The man, Vongola Primo, shook his head lightly sighing. He stood up and gradually walked to the front of the girl. Examining her features, even he himself felt bewildered. She could be seen as a similar copy of himself. Innocently painted with clear honey eyes, a glimmer of flames can be seen from within. It is faint, not strong yet Giotto could decipher that those flames were much purer than any he had seen.
"Who...are you?"
The young girl shook her head and questioned him instead. "Mister, who are you?"
Giotto helplessly smiled. "I am just a deceased soul lying dormant in Vongola's history."
His voice is unusually gentle, a bit deep and magnetic. She liked it very much so.
"Mr. Deceased soul lying dormant in Vongola's history, are you the god of this heaven?"
Her voice is soft and sweet, it had a nice ring to it. And he liked it as much as he like the forever bright orange remaining passionate in the Vongola blood.
"Mr. Soul, you are too tall. My neck hurts."
As she willed it, he bent towards her length. His actions so graceful and his black cape elegantly bowed. She felt like a princess being invited to the ball and he was her dark knight in the castle.
"I am primo of the Vongola family not the god of this place."
So the girl tilting her head in wonder asks the man, "And I?"
And I? That seems familiar. As though it is deja vu... The girl stooped low and curled up into a ball. She feels as though she is missing something...
Giotto seeing that frowned and gently patted her head. It provided a mean of comfort and it was more than enough. He didn't know why but the girl although not a descendant of his, was awfully familiar to him. Despite trying to reach deeply into his memories, he couldn't draw anything to light. But he knew one thing and it was that the little fairy didn't belong here. No, she belonged here but wasn't supposed to stay. He knew his hyper intuition would not lie and it claimed that fate will only serve to tie them once more.
"I sense that you have a past but it is shrouded in mist. Since you took the body of my descendant, it is your duty to live on her behalf."
At that moment, the bright flames of the girl grew stronger. It burned, ablaze, and sizzled in command. The young girl matched her line of sight to the pretty hue of amber orbs. Slowly her own flames ignited his and gradually her own changed to a much deeper color. From a bright orange to that of a dark rust and eventually into black. She felt ants crawling on her skin, they were small but the pain delivered was that of a hundred prickling needles. She wrung in pain, consumed with sorrow, and eventually fainted into the dark.
Giotto stared in horror and while he tried to ease her, he could not get close. He is the gentle forever young lord of Vongola. His bright amber eyes matched that of his gentle fire, so he was no match for the pure black of envy and pain. His gentle nature led him to watch in horrid astonishment as the young girl's body was clouded in the flames of night.
So Tsuna's body has my OC. This is a mix of OC with original character. Umm...I hope you will continue to enjoy it as I plan to make this Tsuna interesting.
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