Title: This City Never Sleeps
Chapter: 1/10
Fandom: KHR
Pairings: N/A, gen.
Summary: "Tsuna is thirteen when he dies, thirteen and yet to make a single friend or receive a 100 percent on a test.
It is not the end. Time sprints forward, pace unyielding even to those in death, and a world hidden by the light of day opens up in dark corners and strange happenings. The necromancer comes to town, and Tsuna finds out that the dying could live."
Awareness comes to him in waves, gently guiding Tsuna back to consciousness. First, comes the instinctual knowledge of being, of suddenly realizing "Oh! I exist." Next, comes sensation, Tsuna remembers that he is Tsuna, that he is human, and his heart beats and pumps an ebbing tide of blood throughout his entire body, working tirelessly to keep him alive. He remembers his fingertips, the tips of his toes, and how every touch against them sends sparks along his motor neurons, along a split-second line all the way to his brain.
Tsuna wakes up.
It is not quick, and multiple attempts are made to pry his eyes open, while during that time his hearing comes back, and Tsuna realizes that whatever he is laying on is cold.
The pre-teen sits up with a groan, wondering why his body feels so heavy; yet so light all the same, as if he's lost something that anchored him previously.
It's dark. Tsuna knows that he's in his own home, knows the cream-colored walls and wooden flooring like the back of his hand, whether that knowledge comes from growing up in this very house or meeting the material with his face so many times is yet to be decided, although he has to wonder.
Where is all the furniture?
The hallway is bare, there are no photos where some previously hung, no rugs on the floor where there were previously some, no tables in sight. Peering into the kitchen from where he stands shows the boy that it, too, is empty. Empty and dark.
There are no lights on.
More importantly, where is his mother? She doesn't work, from what he knows, preferring to stay home and tend to her garden or practice her cooking skills…
A shot of panic jolts through Tsuna's body, startling him into action. His hands grow clammy as he throws open cabinets, peers into the space where the refrigerator once was.
Empty, empty, empty.
Maybe - please please please - the kitchen is being refurbished? Heart in his throat, Tsuna frantically assures himself that's what it is.
Tsuna is running now, (and if he was paying attention, he'd notice his feet don't make a sound), breath heavy and panicked.
Everything is empty, the house is dark.
His mother is nowhere to be found. (Her room is empty empty empty, just like the kitchen she had poured so much effort into)
It's as if his entire life was wiped away, every inch and mark Tsuna and his mother made thoroughly scrubbed clean.
Wait, why had he woken up at the bottom of the stairs?
Tsuna, shaking hard and nearly drowning in fear and dread, a veritable flood of negative emotion that beats and smashes at his insides, approaches the stairwell.
A fleck of red catches his eye.
Splattered on the steps, crusted and dry, is blood.
The empty, dark house. His mother being missing.
… waking up at the bottom of the stairs.
It all snaps into place at that moment.
Tsuna looks down at his hands, for real this time, and observes them.
They look the same, for the most part, nicked and slightly scared from his rough encounters with both the terrain of his neighborhood and other people. It's nothing he hasn't seen before, except or one thing.
He can see through his hands.
Tsuna's hands fall to his sides.
Oh.
… He's dead, isn't he?
Hi again, it's me. Back at y'all again with... a fic I've been writing since December. It's a drabble series I put up early this year on my ao3, and I've finally decided to start posting it here, too. The series is supposed to focus on Chrome, but I am A Tsuna stan, and tht means I have a lot of feelings about anything that happens to him. So here we are!
I have about eight chapters of this ready, but I only post these like once a month, so I'll only be posting every day up until chapter five, since that's where the ao3 version is at. Hope yall enjoy these, they're really relaxing to write.