Ah, yet another random idea story. I hope you enjoy it. This is simply an introduction chapter, so it does not involve much of the anime/manga, though of course it involves the protagonist, "Tsunako", as well as mentions of a few others (Xanxus...that's about it...oh! And the Ninth!). (Sorry if the Ninth feels OOC, I am NOT very good at keeping that guy in character...)
Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! in any way (unfortunately). It all belongs to its rightful owner, etc.
Chapter One:
All the brunette female could remember was a group of blurry faces, a group of people that she could never reach. One particular memory was that of a twelve year old boy, a scowling young male with unruly black hair and crimson orbs that screamed danger.
Sometimes, when she was alone and not needed for her services, the young girl found herself dreaming about those faces, going as far as to name them and give them their own personalities. As a girl with no schooling, and being locked up tight in a room with only a ratty old cot and a table with a lamp on it, she became quite the imaginative youth.
The mirage of faces became her imaginary friends, her only companions in her desolate world.
"Onii-chan!" she turned to her left and proceeded to tell the black-haired youth of her day. To her, she saw a handsome young man, eternally youthful, with a smile plastered on his face, warm and full of caring and kindness. To any other mortal, they saw a sad little girl talking to herself.
When she turned eight, the girl was taught to read and write by another "employee" of their "workplace." It was found that she was quite the scholar, despite her young age.
It had been six years since she first came here. Even though she was scared and first, frightened beyond belief, she slowly relaxed. She wasn't one of the girls, who went into another part of the mansion, and came back hours later, a drugged look on their face, blood between their legs (in some cases, anyway), and tears running down their pale cheeks.
She was one of the girls, the younger workers, whose job it was to clean and take care of the masters of the house, the people who owned the girls and women that lived in the mansion.
The eight year old was much too innocent to understand, that in just a few years, she'd be one of the girls with tears running down their cheeks. That was the thought the elder girls held, sadness welling in their hearts as they witnessed Tsunako's, and their own, futures.
Six years have passed since Tsunako's splendid innocence. She now knew her future, and her stomach tightened in knots at the thought of it.
Our dear Tsunako, her naivety knew no bounds. She thought, no, she knew, that somehow, someday, she'd escape from her hell. A fool's wish, the other girls thought.
"Call it intuition." She often said, that naïve and stupid smile on her lips. The other girls just looked at her sadly, as if they couldn't believe that she still held so much hope.
It was an off day, the mansion quiet and serene. Some girls lazed about, relaxing on couches and chairs, and the younger ones (which still included Tsunako) cleaned.
The place was quiet, a bit too much for the elder, more experienced girls' tastes. Normally they would have seen one of the men walking around by now, but it was as silent as the dead.
It was eerie.
So, of course when gunshots were heard, all of the girls jumped about began to panic. Even more so when people in suits or in pure black jumped through the windows, the glass shards falling down to the tiled floor below. It took but a matter of minutes for all of the girls to be rounded up and put in the foyer.
A group of suited men dispersed, showing an elderly man carrying a cane. All of these, save a few, were foreigners.
"Greetings." The elderly man said, a pleasant grin on his face. The girls continued to huddle together and some began to shiver in fear and anticipation, waiting, watching, and wondering what this man wanted from them. Did he come to destroy the mansion, and the yakuza group within it? Was it just going to be a massacre? Or, perhaps, was this man the savior they had all been waiting for?
"I am the Ninth Vongola Boss of the Vongola Family, one of the most prestigious and influential mafia families in this world." He continued on, in perfect and fluent Japanese. Some of the girls began to silently cry, the girls around them offering small bits of comfort through hand squeezing or an arm around the shoulder.
"Personally, I am wholly against this type of…business. So, since I am on personal business, I decided to deal with the Takazuki Yakuza Group…Japan's most premier group involving sexual slavery. As of right now, you girls will be taken to several of my mansions throughout Japan for medical treatment among other things. That's all." The elderly man, a seemingly perfect copycat of an Italian Albert Einstein, turned on his heel and strode out of the room, his scepter-cane clicking in time with his leather shoes.
It took awhile for the girls to comprehend what had just been said, but as soon as they did, cheers erupted. Tears sprung freely from the girls' eyes, a true and not forced smile on their lips, and hope was strong in their hearts.
The next morning, Tsunako woke up. She was hazy, but knew she had better awaken or else the masters would beat her…again.
But when she found herself in a large room, in a comfortable bed, with a breakfast tray beside her…she was stunned. That is, until she remembered the incident yesterday. A smile tugged on her lips. She knew her intuition would never fail her.
A sense of pure joy overtook her senses, a joy she had never felt before. Finally, she was free. And she had never been one of the girls to come back, crying and impure.
But her joy was quickly replaced by worry, and her worry was quickly replaced by distress. What would happen to her now, now that she was free of the chains of her masters? What would happen now, to a girl that had lived all but two years of her life locked away, waiting for the day that her innocence would be stolen? She had some schooling, basic arithmetic, reading, and writing. What would a girl as foolish, naïve, immature, and stupid as her do now? She couldn't live off of the charity of her savior forever.
Life's paths and secrets were soon to open up the teenager.
A/N: Heehee, I feel like that was intense. Recently (aka months ago) I fell in love with the pairing which is XanxusXTsuna, may it be genderbended or not. And so, with my love of genderbending (particularly Tsu-kun) and my devotion towards XanTsu, I decided to turn that creepy-stalkerish-esque love into a fanfiction. I've been playing around with several ideas, but I feel that for now this is the best one to see how things can flow between Tsu and Xanxus.
Tsunako is the protagonist. I plan on her going through challenges, as it should be. However I doubt that they will be physical fights (flashback abuses and beatings, maybe). The majority will be the fights for sanity (how to work that in...), and mental and emotional dominance over her fragile mind. How does her fragile mind break into partial insanity? Read to find out!
First things first, Tsuna will not be the Decimo, though she will be EXTREMELY close to it. The position of Decimo will belong to everyone's favorite Varia leader...Xanxus. Why you ask? Read to find out!
Basically, I have an idea of how this fanfic will work out. Depending on how much response I get will depend on how well I plot out the plot, which will also help determine the length.
As I said, I'm simply toying with this idea. I'm uncertain as to what I'm going to do (though I feel like I love this one more than my other fanfics) with this particular story.
If this story gets a good feedback and I decide I'll push myself to work on it to make it the best. Fanfic. I've. Ever. Written (both published on and my own personal collection), I think it might be a bit long. Just a bit. I think I'm dying of the work already.
Anyway, if anyone ever even read this A/N, thank you! (For reading the A/N and the story...really, thanks). Since it's an introductory chapter, I feel like it deserves a synposis of a basic idea...yeah.
So, that's about it. Thanks for reading and do please review, I love waking up in the morning and reading reviews and PM's (especially the PM's where I'm threatened ((jokingly, of course...otherwise I might hide in a cave somewhere)) with a chainsaw to update...those are my favorite).
-Aerie of Art...Master of Long A/N's (oh, look, that's an epithet!)
