Childhood's Snapshots
Summary: Moments from Tsuna's childhood; both good and bad. This series consist of related oneshots that accompany my other fic, Androphobia.
Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Reborn Hitman!
Warning: OOCness, OC, attempted humor, and bad language. I advise people who have not read my other fic, to go and read it. This way, you'll understand why Tsuna seems so mature and smart for a six years old.
"Talking"
'Thinking'
January 01, 2001
Tsuna's Age: 6
Clothing Preferences
His mama always pick out his clothing and despite some of her rather ahem...interesting choices, Tsuna never refused to wear anything his mother pick out for him. Why? Because she had puppy dog eyes and his papa's support.
Though, sometimes he was very close to and had to remind himself to take deep breathes or he'll lose his head.
This had to be one of those days.
After a nice, hot shower Tsuna was ready to start his day; only to walk into his room and look - once again - in horror at the selection of clothing his mama pick out for him.
His mama had chosen shorts and a bunny-ears sweatshirt for him to wear.
Shorts. Bunny-ears sweatshirts.
To make matters worse, it was pink and the shorts were short shorts. He didn't even know he had short shorts.
Tsuna is offended.
Very. Offended.
Seriously, he was a boy, for God's sake, his mama has to stop treating and dressing him like a girl with all these feminine things.
His papa should also stop cooing at how cute he looks because boys aren't cute.
Boys are supposed to be manly and handsome like his papa.
Plus, it only encourages his mama further.
Sighing, he tries the clothes on and looks into the mirror.
Something inside him broke. Something calls manly pride.
At that moment, he hates everything right now. He hates himself for looking like a girl. He hates his parents for giving him feminine clothes. He hates DNA for giving him almost all of his mother's traits. He hates God for giving him such a life. And he definitively hates designers who makes cute girl clothing that just happens to fit him.
"Tsuna-chan, breakfast is ready. Come downstairs." His mother sang out.
Tsuna-chan. Tsuna-chan. Chan. Chan. He is not a girl! He should be call Tsuna-kun or simply Tsuna or Tsunayoshi. Not-Not Tsuna-chan. He is pretty sure his birth certificate clearly stated he was male.
He was a boy, dang it!
Grudgingly, he made it downstairs without dying from barely suppressed anger and embarrassment.
He didn't even make it to his chair before he was bombard from the side by his father. Within three seconds, he was being squeeze alive.
Good, that means he didn't have to plan suicide and his father would be send to jail for murder.
Ha! Serve him right for making him wear su-such clothing. Not three seconds after that thought, Tsuna began to feel guiltily before wanting to send his father to jail.
That is, until he saw and hears a flash. He slowly – fearfully – turn his head to see his mama holding a camera and giggling.
"Ma-Mama, what are you doing?"
"Oh Tsuna-chan, you're just so cute that have to take a picture to show to my friends." Nana coos softly.
Someone kill him now.
A/N: Ok, I know I've been gone for so long but I've been having writer block and was really busy. I was able to write this oneshot because I had a little inspiration and it took me literally like 10 minutes. On the other hand, I'm so confused as to where I should stem off with "Androphobia." Hopefully, oneshots will cure my blockage.
Hope you enjoy this little piece!