I do not Own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Only the own characters, IF some will come up.

Prologue: Both of them

Sawada Tsunayoshi was always a clumsy boy. He was known that he couldn't do anything right. He was useless in each way. He failed in math, in Japanese, in history, in physical education. He was not a smart boy. Tsuna almost hadn't got any skills. He failed in everything he did.

But God blessed him with one talent: His warm and gentle heart he had. He knew how to comfort people and he exactly knew then a person did not feel well. He felt with his surroundings.

Although God took him more than give him Tsunayoshi didn't regret living. He loved living in this world although it could be so cruel to people; to him. He loved his mum who was always there, every morning preparing breakfast for him and caring for him. She was so delightful and loveable, always smiling and shining like a sun. He loved the nature with his beautiful features. He loved the cold water of the clean river which flowed over his fingers and the warm or cold wind stroking his cheeks and rumpling his fluffy brown hair. He loved flower in each form and color although he didn't have a green thumb. He loved being outside feeling the air around him and the sounds the nature did. He loved the grandmothers and grandfathers who greeted him always with a sweet and polite smile. He loved to watch the old generation playing with their grandchildren. He loved seeing people helping others. He loved his neighbor kid Fuuta who was very cute and naïve.

There were so many things he love but when the love is big then the hate had also very much space.

He hated his clumsiness which brought him always in difficult situation. Most of them were very embarrassing and humiliating. He hated his school mates who made his school life like hell. He hated the dirt in the small rivers of Namimori. He hated the ignorant people who walked with closed eyes through the world. He hated the youngsters who treated the old generation without respect and rudeness. He hated the arrogance he always saw in peoples' eyes. He hated the narcissism people displayed. He hated the old man who lived in his house claiming he loved his mother and used her as his slave. He hated the way the old man looked at his mother with those filthy eyes and the way he treated her. He hated his filthy fingers then he patted his head trying to be a good dad. He hated that his biological dad just left them alone with no word. He hated that they were left behind. He hated that he felt always so lonely when he went to sleep. He hated that he heard his mother crying next door then this old man drank too much. He hated the smell of alcohol which came through the gap of his doors. He hated his lack of self-confident. He hated his lack of courage. He hated his lack of skills.

He hated his lack of ability to make his mother happy again.

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Hibari Kyouya was always a very strong person. He was smart and clever and always knew what to do in each situation. He had many abilities and no one was able to hold a candle to him. He was a carnivore. He used to have people working for him. People who not obey will be bitten do death. He was a young man who was born in a rich family which led a very big and successful corporation. He got everything one could have. Hibari Kyouya didn't fail; never. He was successful whatever he did and didn't allow himself to make failures. He didn't allow anyone to make failures in front of him.

God gave him everything. Wealth. Power. A Family. But he gave him a cold heart. He wasn't social; he didn't care for others and so for his family. He couldn't care less.

He loved being outside in the nature. He loved watching little birds passing from tree to tree. He loved cute little animals which looked so helpless but could survive in this wide and dangerous world. He loved being the strongest one. He loved to win. He loved the feeling to lead something, to form something. He loved the smell after the rain. He loved to take short naps. He loved high places; especially as he went to school he always took naps on the school roof. He loved tea and traditions. He loved to be the person people are scared of. He loved people he can fight with. He loved people who won't break down so easily.

There weren't many things he loved so there weren't many things he hated.

He hated crowding the most. He hated then people gathering on one point. He hated weaklings, weak people. He hated people in principle. He hated people who are stronger than him – and there weren't any. He hated failures. He hated useless persons. He hated girls who were always gossiping. He hated people who didn't show respect to him – or the old generation. He hated defeats.

So there wasn't much to say about Hibari. All people saw him as a scary person who only beat up people if they didn't dance to his tune.

But even a Hibari Kyouya felt lonely. Not especially lonely in literally but… lonely. But he didn't realize it was this feeling. He felt strange and kind of depressed. Sometime he wanted to be alone from his family who only saw him as a source of capital because he was so perfect.

Then he wandered around Namimori. He walked through the streets and tried to think of nothing. He enjoyed the fresh air and the quiet noises of the family houses. Sometimes he asked himself – and he didn't know where the question came up – what if he was born in a normal family, if they weren't rich and didn't have a corporation. What if his father was just a salary man and his mother was a house wife.

R&R :)

Well nothing much happened... xD