An angel falling Chapter 1 An angel falling, a katekyo hitman reborn! fanfic

Hello to both new and old readers to this title. As it so happens I've adopted this story with the original author's Deo Cairde permission and am hoping I not only do a decent job with it, but that you enjoy it along the way as well!

As this is my first story I'm publicly posting I apologize beforehand for any errors that may arise(I'm still stumbling around) and humbly thank you for any constructive criticism that comes along...I'm here to write, enjoy it and learn!

As I mentioned above the original story idea is by Deo Cairde and the original characters and plot line belongs to their rightful author! The only thing I own is what I do with it from this point on! :)

Warnings for a dark plot, self-harm, suicidal thoughts, suicide, and generally an angsty(is that even a word?) chapter

Shall we dive into it then?

~Angels live on Earth. ~

~They are the ones who hide from the world.~

~The ones who harm themselves.~

~Why? You ask~

~Because these angles face pain and hardships~

~Those we read about...~

~Joke and tease about...~

~The pain and hardships we all help cause.~

~Not many of them believe they're angels~

~They hate themselves~

~Once again, why?~

~Because, they could be the boy abused at home...~

~The teen girl pregnant from rape...~

~The husband who lost his family...~

~That kid abandoned by society...~

~The poor teased for their bad grades...~

~The sickly~

~ Weak~

~ Hungry~

~Homeless~

~You or me...~

~Sometimes these angels find peace and harmony~

~But other times, they send themselves back to heaven~

~For they never hear...~

~Never feel...~

~Never understand...~

~That they are truly perfect...~

~For they are angels...~

Why do angels not exist?

Standing alone on the edge, watching the hues of the sunset in front of Him come alive and paint the sky in various shades of reds, yellows, oranges, blues and purples He quietly wonders how He got there in the first place.

Another day had passed and looking down all He does is blankly stare at the report card in His pale hands. His honey-brown eyes were dull and lifeless, but that's how they've been for years. He couldn't help the fact that He was no-good.

'I got a 0 again. Typical for the useless no-good fool I am'

These thoughts play in His mind over and over again, relighting a lonely yet now familiar sadness to burn at his heart. But, never did He cry. He hasn't cried in 5 years, not once since that day.

'I am unloved; unwanted. Nobody cares. They don't even grace me with a second glance.'

True to His thoughts, everything did change 5 years ago. His father, who was always out "For business", was caught in the middle of a longtime love affair with another lady. When His mother found out, she had immediately filed for a divorce and had forced His father to sign it, gaining complete custody over His siblings and Him. It was soon after the divorce was finalized that things got worse...much worse and much too fast.

His grades had been steadily falling due to the hell going through His life. It was bad enough He had always been clumsy, but with the added failing grades, the school bullies had found their perfect target. "No-good" and "useless" were the better things He was called.

Still His mother and siblings had cared for Him then. With them close He knew He would have made it through the torment. His mother still woke Him up in the morning with the tantalizing smell of bacon, pancakes, and eggs. His brother Lambo, and His sister I-pin still played with Him every chance they could find. Those three were His strength and just the mention of their names was enough to warm His heart and bring a smile to His pale face.

However the saddest thing about betrayal, is that it never comes from your enemies.

2 years after the divorce and the torment just worsened. Most of the friends that He had turned on Him. The 7 he trusted with His life and had believed that they cared for Him, turned their backs and abandoned Him when He needed them the most. The number of bruises and scars on His already frail body kept increasing.

His family was all he had left.

Oh how wrong that would prove to be.

It was one of His normalized days. He had finally escaped His daily role of punch bag for His bullies and entering the boundary of His home believed to have been safe for the day. Noticing that His sanctuary was missing it's striking loud laughter and chaos, which were the by-product of His siblings daily shenanigans, and was instead replaced by unnatural silence His panic grew as apprehension slowly swelled in His gut.

After searching their yard and every single one of His siblings hiding places He finally found them hunched together on the bathroom floor patching up each others bruises and cuts as though they had been trying to hide one of their many fights.

"What happ-"

He never got to finish His sentence as the second His voice sounded within the room, I-pin and Lambo turned towards Him with utter hate and unadulterated terror in their eyes.

"Don't come n-near us. Your no good. You're bad luck to all around you. Just go away. Stay away from us" Lambo screeched with venom coating his icy words and tears in his eyes as His panic flooded His veins and His world slowly began to crack. It was strange for I-pin not to chide Lambo when he blames everything on Him as always and together with hiding behind Lambo with her eyes downcast and lips trembling He knew whatever happened was all His fault.

Yet as His heart broke with every poisonous word spoken, not a single tear of His was shed. With His eyes blank and even more lifeless, He walks back out of the bathroom leaving His two siblings behind. The two of the remaining three who meant the world to Him.

'This is my fault. I deserve to die. Everyone's right. I am no-good. I just bring misfortune wherever I go. I don't deserve to live. I'm just a waste of space. Everything's my fault.'

A new scar was added covering even more of His body every passing day and with every thought.

He never understood 'Love' or maybe He forgot what it was. He hoped that people cared for Him, but love? No, whatever it was; that was impossible…

A year and a half goes by after that, through which His mother quickly turns into an alcoholic, drinking through their savings. She burned their house down when neither His siblings or Himself were there to stop her and was never convicted for it. He understood that His mother was a weak woman and that she was losing the strength to deal with life's troubles; yet He thought His mother still cared.

Which was why it had been shocking to see His mother, timid and soft-spoken, yelling so loudly while standing in the middle of empty bottles of alcohol strewn all over the floor when He returned home one day. The vulgar words, condemning accusations and eyes filled with nothing but hostility all directed towards Him shattered what little bit of hope and sanity He had left. He saw her stride towards Him as she had raised her hand, and He could do nothing but watch as His once loving, kind and sweet mother hit Him...repeatedly. He knew His mom wasn't there for Him anymore.

"Alone! Alone! You're so ALONE!" She had screeched that night and many more after.

Alone? Was He? The word had rang in His head many times. While He was bullied, when His friends abandoned Him, when His siblings betrayed Him, and especially when He felt that first smack on His cheek from His mom.

"Ah... I must be, I must have been born to die...hated and alone."

A single tear escaped His eye as He stood alone on the edge, letting go of the report card in His hand. "Why hadn't I done this earlier?" He mused quietly.

"Oh well…" a final whisper.

With a soft smile on His lips He closes His eyes and lets Himself fall, knowing He shall never cry...and had there been anyone to witness His flight they would have seen His beautiful wings majestically spread out wide before gracefully wrapping around Him.

Angels do exist...we just never know where to look.