AUTHOR'S NOTE: HI THERE!This is my newly made fic! Hopefully readers would be in love with my fic. It was a short chapter though. Did all of you welcome me, or did you not. It was my responsibilities for all the mistakes, miss grammatical errors, wordy, poor vocab and other things. I'm suck in English of course..sorry..

Tsuna": Disclaimer: KHR was not hers but the story line does..So, don't take it from her. Hehehe..just joking. You can take it

Author: No! I was serious!

Tsuna: Oops..sorry.. –sweatdrop-

Author: No. it was not true too.

Tsuna: So! Which one are you on? –tsuna dumfounded, while the author was fading smiling-

Author: NOW! ENJOY!

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BECAUSE IT IS YOU..

Part one: Because it's you..

"You're so naive! How naive can you be?!" A girl stepped up front with smug face shoving the small girl to the front door. "Why would you think someone really cares for you?" Her words pierced the sienna haired girl like a knife. She didn't even flinch at the pain of her knee and forehead when she hit the wall but she really was taken by her harsh words. The least to say, the 'bully' was not a strange occurrence. She had faced it in her last 16 years without failed. In fact, she had already gotten used to it. It was always the same. Day after day… Without anyone helping her. Nor that she wants anybody to help her.

But those words, was like a taboo for her.

"Because, nobody actually cares for you!" The silky black haired girl continued yelling while she swung her hairs to the opposite site making it waves beautifully. She always knew that her so called sister was really conceited about her good looks that made she felt disgust to her own kind. But, thanks to the arrogant beauty that she was able to forget those harsh words. The way her sister swung her hair always made her laugh silently in her mind when she saw many strands of her hairs would flew inside her mouth, especially when the breeze was strong enough making it hard for her to tidy back her precious long hair. Oh, how she wished she could cut those black hair during her sleeps.

The sienna let out a huge smile covering her face as she tried to get up and ignoring the dirty look aimed at her way. She showed no reaction but just helps herself to get up on her bleeding knee to stable herself. No way in hell she would give any reaction to this kind of treatments. She was tough and she will always be. She has to stay strong more than anybody else. Especially, in front of her own family.

Because, nobody was there to comfort her. So, for what use she had if she showed her emotions? It's useless… and stupid.

To her surprise, her sister gave her a hard smack on her face, making her fall back on her knees. The pain of her knee was more obvious on her face but she managed to hide it with her bangs and weak smile. "Why would you still smiling?! You have no right to smile!" Her sister mercilessly grabbed the sienna hairs by her both hands and slammed her head to the hard floor causing her temple to bleed.

"I HATE YOU!" The elder sister continued ruffling the long sienna hair harshly, pulling it to every side, made it messier. "I really really hate you! You do not have the right to smile! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT!"

The bullied girl's eyes widen at the harsh statements. She just sat silently, having no strength to stand. It hurts this time. Her knee and her head were throbbing hardly while the fresh blood spurting slowly, unnoticed to her sister. Or,…did she noticed? Ah..that's right. Why would she care even if she noticed it? She didn't care. Nobody would care for her. She kept her blank stares to the cold floor. She felt dizzy. The rough grabs on her long sienna hairs just made it worse. The world was spinning above her and she could not move. Her body just swung the way her sister pulled her hairs. Thus, her mouth was too weak to say a word even to defend herself; because her sister was right. She has no right to smile. She couldn't think of anything. Why and for what reason she has to smile?

Nothing. Her sister was just being honest with her. She has absolutely nothing. She has nothing to be proud of. She did have a couple to be called parents but neither of them noticed her. Or even care for her. She has nothing to be considered important. Or, is there even a small thing important to her when there was nothing she could calls hers? Everything in this world was not hers. How can she consider her tiny feelings were important?

When she really thought about it, did she even have the right to live in this world?

"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT! ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU HAVE OVERTOOK MY POSITION IN THIS HOUSE!" With that, her older sister slammed shut the door, rammed her legs out from the house, leaving the bleeding sister alone.

The pain was throbbing from her knees and head. Her peripheral nerves sensed the pain, but the pain inflicted in her heart was greater. She had never learned to love or to be loved, neither did she knew what is love nor hatred, but she was always taught to feel this kind of pain. And yes, she was always grief stricken by that kind of words.

What was this pain? She didn't know. What was with her that she deserved to feel this kind of pain? Did she did something, gravely mistakes in her past life that god has resented her like this? Have she ever done something bad that the karma was back to her? It was very painful that the back of her eyes sting badly enough making the tears to fall on her chubby cheeks.

Oh, this is bad, how can she cry?

She was not supposed to cry.

She needs to look strong in front of people. She has too, even if she knew her real self, her real strength was not of the average person. She was, truthfully a weak person. She knew it very well and yet she needs to hide it from others. She can't even protect herself and she always endures the pain alone. Treating herself without going to the clinic or getting the proper treatment. But it was strangely true that her body seems to be tougher than she imagined. Even when she was badly injured, she would never develop fever or infections. Her wound would close themselves clean without obvious scars. And she was proud of her body.

She wiped her tears with the back of her hands while pulling up herself to stand by relying on the door's knob and the walls. When she was able to stand, she drag her swollen bleeding knees into her small room which could be the store room under the stairs if someone looked by mistakes. No, it was actually a store room which was provided by her parents for her to rest and sleep and have her own daily routines and spent her lifetime there. Not that they even cared what her daily routines were. They never intend to give her bigger and comfort room like her elder sister but this small, smelly room. But, don't worry, she was able to keep it neat as much as possible and it was not weird if someone smells roses from under the stairs because she was very keen to the smell of roses that she bring a bunch of wild roses from the park and grow it inside her dark room without her family noticed.

She washed her face and look at herself on the mirror. She was also shocked to see her face and hairs covered with blood. She did not even notice that she was bleeding too much from her head. Luckily, she had good level hemoglobin that she wasn't fainted from the loss of blood but the dizziness still plaguing her. Then she goes to her lower limbs inspecting her newly wounded knees. Pulling out the pipe, she drains out the blood which was still spurting out from the wound. Her face shows no pain, but like hell, it was really painful! It just that, she doesn't know how she can express the pain.

Or, the fact is, she has been immune with this kind of physical injuries.

Her so called parents was not home, and she was glad that they got works in the oversea. It would take them a month or more to finish off. She hated to say it but it was a lot more painful when they were at home. They should be her parents, heck, they are her biological parents, but they never had acted like ones. And yet, she has no offend nor grudges to her parents and just accepted them and their treatments like the way it was since she ever remembered. She just felt really glad that she was able to sleep well and eat considerable well, under a roof. Not like the refuges or fugitive who would sleep on the pavements and eat trashes. She was truly glad that she has people who she can called family, even though she know they would never considered her as one.

After she cleaned all the dirt on her knees and head and bandage them carefully using the piece of cloth she got after rummaging the kitchen, she tidy the huge house and cooked her sister a dinner without some fractions for herself. Like what she always did. She didn't need anything. It was alright, even if she ate her leftover. She had been getting used to it from long time ago. A part of her was glad that her big sister was not someone who ate too much. Sometimes, if her sister was jealous enough at her, she would throw away those leftover into the dustbin and left her starving. She didn't care whether her little girl ate or not. Like she said earlier, she hates her.

However, unlike her big, smug, snobbish older sister, she prepared the dinner carefully and beautifully on the table and after that, she waited for her sister to be back home inside her small room. But she doesn't realize when she drifted into sleep. When she realizes it, she saw the angry face of her elder sister who was obviously was angry because she had slept unconsciously, while her sister kept shouting for her from outside the house because she can't go inside because she lost the key while she was playing with her friends. And, it was always like this.

Obvious to her eyes, it was going to be the same. Her sister slammed shut the door and beat the shit out of her in rage. She beat her to her fullest satisfactions. She felt the pain on the stomach, and the pain on the wounded knees and her forehead was going to be far more painful. Her sister will be satisfied when she saw the scars formed on the beauty face of her little sister. She doesn't know why, but her sister actually despises her beauty face and her overall. It was just her bad luck to have been born with beautiful face and slender body. And yet, she still calmly accepted these unfair punishments.

It was a lot worse when their parents were out. Her sister turned into a much more violent person. She was totally different when their parents were at home. How could she miss this side of her sister? She didn't voice out the pain or even begged her sister to stop. Because, she knew it was useless.

Why should she endure these kinds of treatment and unfair punishment?

She just happened to fall asleep for a little while, and she receive these punishment.

Why?

She wanted to shove those questions to her sister's face but she can't. Her lips curled in pain as her face was slammed to the floor, again making her to bite her own lips. When her sister pulled up her hairs and made she face with her sister, her sister stares into her sunset eyes deeply. She was certain that her sister just wants to make sure her face was ruin. The black orbs met with the sunsets. But inside the black orbs, she could see the black fire was rummaging her sister inner self. She can't do anything. She was tainted by anger. Heck, she could see the small smirk formed on her sister face as she release her grip on her chin. She was obviously satisfied with the punishment.

Why would she do this to me?

As if her sister could read her painful gaze of her eyes she said, "Because it was you. And you deserved it, Natsu."

At that, she walk passed the almost fainted little sister who barely opened her eyes and step crossing her weak body. Ignoring the small cries of her name from her little sister, she just went upstairs without locking the front door and walk up arrogantly. She let out evil laugh at the pain of her little sister.

And that was when Natsu's eyelids slowly shut and fell unconscious in the living room, on the cold floor, without anyone noticing, except her sister. If she was ever lucky, or god still loves her, or there were someone ever concerned about her, they would notice the pitiful her in this dark house and cold floor.

If she was not discovered by the morning came, she might die…unfairly.

Why should she die at such young age?

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: AH~~ I've decided to make new KHR fic and leave my deception for this time. Huuhuhuhu…And yes, I'm sorry for the not so Tsuna character and the anonymous girl character which I developed myself. She was not from KHR of course. And please, don't leave me in the dark. It was seriously frustrating if there was no reader. No R & R means no reader for me. T_T….so please don't leave my fic alone. I would cry.. hehehehe

The story was still in development. I already had the plot and just waiting for the right time. The last question was not natsu's, but mine. Would you like him, ooops..her to die? If not please save her! it was my first time making Tsuna a girl. Hopefully, he can be one. Can you Tsuna?

Tsuna: You, authors looooove to interrupt with my life, don't you?

Author:Oho! Yes I am! Because I love you, that's why.

Tsuna: emm…It's okay if it made me popular. But I cursed you if I die! (me gulped)