Disclaimer: I do not own reborn, nor do I own the doujinshi this is based off of.
Warning: There are dark themes/half rape in this chapter-as there will be dark themes throughout the story but mostly in this chapter.
ISFP: This was based off a doujinshi I read on livejournal on the community 'lpscanlations' The title I believe is 'Alienazione Mentale' and the creator was 7men Zippo. The circle was Untei. All credits for the doujinshi goes to them, I just thought it'd be awesome if it was expanded…it was a PWP (a very good beautiful one at that). It is referenced towards the end of the story.
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! I'd like to hear opinions and everything! This is an 1827 story, even though you may get the wrong impression at first…because I'm a bad person….
Chapter One: Once Upon A Time
Tsuna stumbled into the bathroom stall. There was a puddle of water or some liquid collected on the ground, as it was a high school bathroom. The intense pain shooting through him was becoming harder and harder to bare. His vision had been blurry for quite some times. The blue and white walls were beginning to blend together.
His knees were quivering, and he felt the sour taste of bile rise in his throat.
It hurt. More than any pain he had ever experienced in battle. His chest ached and breathing was becoming strenuous. He could barely stand. His muscles felt as though they were being stretched like a strained rubber band about to snap. There had been people still mulling around in the hallways. He had to bare standing up in order to not attract attention.
He knew they weren't noticing him, but he felt as though his whole body reeked of shame. His crinkled shirt, his mussed hair, to him, was like a blinking sign. His boxers (and other articles of clothing) had never been returned to him, and the wet semen that squelched out of his entrance was being wiped up by the inside of his pants. It felt like everyone knew this as well, and were sending him judgmental gazes with every step he took. Even though, in actuality no one was looking.
He felt like a slut. He wasn't a slut though right? Sluts only have sex with people they don't love.
And who don't love them back.
He could feel the same tears press at the back of his eyes.
That was before he lost consciousness.
"Baseball-Freak, have you seen the Tenth?"
Gokudera walked onto the field. Yamamoto was training a group of the new freshmen recruits. They were young, and had moldable talent that he had gladly agreed to assist in shaping.
He never quite understood why Gokudera had such a glaring expression on all the time. It was a scary face, just as Tsuna described. It did not surprise him in the least bit that he was looking for Tsuna. After all, he was practically the reason Gokudera lived. He put his entire existence into that boy.
"Ah Tsuna..?"
It was a coincidence really. Yamamoto happened to take a brief look around for him when he spotted a boy in the window. On the second level of the floor, he was limping across the hallway. One hand braced him against the closed windows. His head was hung in a desolate way.
"..Gokudera, is that him?" He pointed one tan finger up at the window.
His jaw dropped.
"Tenth!" He sprinted away from the field, and with insane speed headed towards the double doors.
Yamato looked back at the recruits and smiled apologetically. "Sorry sorry, I'll be right back."
He threw his glove onto his backpack that was propped against the chain link fence, and headed off.
It was one of the hotter days of the year. They were still in their long-sleeved uniforms too! The sun beat down on the field, and there was sweat sticking to the back of his shirt. The school was air-conditioned, and the cold smacked him.
What if Tsuna got attacked? There have been a lot of strange people chasing after him lately…
His eyebrows furrowed together.
Reborn always told him that it was a Guardian's duty to protect his boss. Yamamoto didn't understand that. He would protect Tsuna but that wasn't because he was the boss, it was because that he was his friend. And even though it was a game, things were becoming more and more dangerous lately.
He slid on the tiled floor.
Most of the students that had been wandering around had dispersed to either go to club meetings or home. The hall was empty, neither Gokudera nor Tsuna in sight. He swiped a hand through his short hair, and frowned as he scanned the area.
His eyes were keen from playing years of baseball. As a talented pitcher and batter; he had an eye for details. He observed the slightly opened bathroom door.
He jogged towards it.
On the floor sat a distressed looking Gokudera. Cradled on his lap with his head pressed against his right hand man's chest was an unmoving Tsuna.
His eyes were shut and his lips were slightly open. His chest rose with unsteady breaths. There were no apparent wounds on his body, except for two swollen pink welts on the back of his hands. But he looked like a corpse. His face was drained of color, and there were dried tears on his face. His clothes were sopping wet, and had drenched Gokudera's clothes.
His yellow jacket and navy tie were missing.
"He's unconscious." Gokudera bit his lip, and gave him a gentle shake.
Yamato crouched down, and grasped Tsuna by his small shoulders and shook him harder than Gokudera had.
With that his eyes fluttered open only a little, and a raspy voice could barely be heard.
"…Hibari-san?"
Yamamoto released his shoulders in shock, and Gokudera almost let him tumble out of his lap. No matter how un-masculine it was, and how much Tsuna would normally protest to being held like a pathetic child-he didn't attempt to squirm out of his arms.
Instead he flopped backwards, resting his forehead falling into the nape of Gokudera's neck.
"Did that bastard do this to you? Tsuna?" Gokudera yelled.
The door opened and a flustered looking student interrupted. Or at least he got about two steps inside until he penetrated by Gokudera's bone-chilling glare.
"Get out," Gokudera growled.
Tsuna's eyes had closed again, and he appeared to be drifting off to unconsciousness.
Yamato scooped up Tsuna from Gokudera and lifted him upwards onto his back. Normally he would disagree with the baseball-nut being so friendly with the tenth, but he seemed to allow it.
"We should take him somewhere else."
For such an easy-going person, he was always the calmest in troubling situations. As rain, a tranquilizer that washes away past debris from traumatic events.
Tsuna awoke on a flat bed. The room was void of living people, but on the walls were pictures of baseball fields and popular athletes. A desk was in the far corner of the room and juxtaposed to it was a shelf filled with golden trophies.
Where am I…?
As he sat up pain shot up his back like a lightning bolt. His head also throbbed, and when he felt around the back of his skull he could make out a lump.
Did I fall?
He looked up at the ceiling.
Oh right…
His shirt had been changed into an over-sized plain black top. Along with his pants that instead of his dirty uniform pair were now grey sweats with an elastic waist band.
He heard loud voices outside, arguing. It only took him a second to recognize that they were of his two closest friends.
"It couldn't be! Who would do such a thing to him?" Gokudera was screaming. He could make out the tremble that
led him to believe it was more just anger.
"I know I know. I don't want to think so either but there was that stuff all over his-his…" Yamamoto's own held a similar tremor.
Oh no! They changed my clothes…They must've saw...on my pants.
"And he was limping… and crying. Fuck! Mother fucker, what kind of sick bastard would do this?"
NO NO NO NO! THEY KNOW!
Tsuna tried to stand up, only to fall onto the ground with a loud crash. Even though he didn't have the appearance of one, Tsunayoshi was a strong individual. He had withstood trials of both physical and mental agony and had overcome them all. He was suited to be Vongola Decimo.
But this was a different kind of agony. It was rawer than ever before, because, after all he had experienced something that should not be done to a human male.
The instant they heard the crash both of the boys rushed in.
"Tsuna?"
He lay on the carpeted floor, and with shivering arms attempted to rise up. Gokudera, who had also changed from his own wet clothing, was wearing a vibrant red shirt with a quarter sleeved orange jacket over. He grabbed Tsuna by the middle and lifted him, so he was sitting upright.
"Tenth? Tenth are you alright?"
He smiled weakly; it didn't reach his light brown eyes.
"I'm fine Gokudera-kun." Embarrassed over his fawning, the Vongola boss tried to push him away. Yamamoto also joined them and sat down across from the two. His room was large and there was a large area in the center that was big enough for all of them to stretch their legs out without bumping one another.
Tsuna stared at the two boy's faces. Gokudera's was panicked. His silver hair had been tied back in a stub of a ponytail, and his scary face was replaced by a look of true concern. Yamamoto also didn't look so well. His grin had disappeared from his face for awhile now, and his look was one that both disturbed Tsuna, and made a feeling guilt spur in his stomach.
There was an awkward silence that settled over. The similar question was on the tip of all of their tongues. It was a matter of who broke it first. The subject was an uneasy one.
"So...you guys saw?" Tsuna stared downwards. He bit the inside corner of his lip.
They didn't know how to respond, but they all knew the answer.
Yamamoto scratched the back of his head uncomfortably. "Um Tsuna...Do you want to take a bath?"
He nodded.
They supported him by hooking his arms around their shoulders and eased him towards the restroom.
Yamamoto's father had allowed both of them to spend the night. Like many other parents he did not approve of friends staying over on a school night, but when they came in looking so anguished, he couldn't help but allow it.
His father didn't need to ask many questions, he could read his son like an open book.
Gokudera paced outside of the door. His precious Tenth was in their wiping the residue of a cruel act that had been done to him. Sure, he didn't know many of the details…but still.
Yamamoto leaned against the wall. His mouth in a firm line and his hands stuffed inside his pockets.
The bathroom was across the hall from Yamamoto's bedroom. Their house was two stories. The bottom one was the sushi restaurant and the upper their living area. Farther back past the restaurant was the dojo, in which he spent most of his time.
Gokudera and him hadn't not spoken since Tsuna had gone to bathe. Whether it was the result of them being lost within their own thoughts or that the situation had taken the words from them-Yamamoto wasn't sure.
But Gokudera was the first one to start; his tone was softer than usual and did not possess any of the customary harshness.
"Baseball-nut…who do you think..?" He covered his mouth, not wanting to believe his own words "did it."
Yamamoto was slow at figuring things out. He was dense, and when it came to school his grades weren't exactly desirable. But he had inherited the ability to pick up on those little things that affected the situation.
He didn't want to remind him about what they heard. About the name they had heard.
He never would think it was him. Though, Hibari was a blood-thirsty fighter and the things he said could sometimes be cruel-he would never. He was supposed to be protecting Tsuna! Like everyone else.
Reborn's voice was in the back of his mind, The Cloud Guardian protects the family in its own way.
But he still couldn't understand why he would do such a thing.
Suddenly, Gokudera hit him on the back of his head.
"Oi, I asked you something."
It just slipped out, he regretted it instantly. "Hibari…"
Gokudera's reaction was the most dangerous Yamamoto had seen him in a while. Instead of spouting obscenities and making loud hand gestures threatening to blow up everything-it was a different kind of anger.
That anger was rage.
This kind right now was filled with venom and pure undisputed hatred. The pieces were forming together in his mind. After all, Tsuna had called his name.
"…That son of a bitch." His storm flame lit up, "I'll kill him. I swear to God I'll kill him." He made a motion towards the exit.
Yamamoto grabbed his arm lightly, but it still stopped him.
"Now now Gokudera...let's wait until Tsuna tells us." Even though it wasn't a question, his eyes were pleading for him to stay.
He broke free and shot him a dirty look, before settling down. He crossed his arms over his chest, and impatiently waited for his boss to come out.
Just a little bit after Tsuna did. He looked slightly better. His complexion was healthier. He pressed the pastel yellow towel against his head squeezing the excess water out of his hair.
The gracing smile on his face was genuine. "Thank you for letting me use your shower."
Yamamoto laughed, "No problem Tsuna." He placed one of his large hands on Tsuna's right shoulder in a comforting way. "Listen...can we talk?"
Gokudera's method was less direct. He barged up to them. "It was that bastard Hibari wasn't it?" "I'm gonna kill that fucking-"
He looked frightened, "Wait Gokudera-kun! Let me explain!"
It was getting late. They had taken care of letting Tsuna's mother know that he was spending the night. She was a pleasant woman, and did not disagree. The sun was about to set, and it got dark early these days. Sushi had been brought up to the room while they were waiting.
The set up the extra sleeping bags on the floor, both of them insisted that Tsuna take the bed no matter how much he protested.
When they all settled in it was time.
He sat cross-legged on the bed. Hugging a pillow close to him, and trying to avoid eye contact with his friends, he wasn't hungry for sushi-he wasn't hungry for anything.
They face him, waiting expectantly for him to begin.
He took a deep breath, "Or-originally I initiated it."
"Hibari-san…I need to know how your training is coming along to be able to compare it with the other guardians."
He rested his chin on his fist, and looked up at Tsuna nonchalantly. The shutters of the windows were drawn close.
"No you don't."
Tsuna's heart thumped in his chest and his throat suddenly was dry and scratchy.
"Y-yes I do." He stuttered.
Hibari rolled out from behind the desk. Leaning backwards in the leather seat he said deviously, "You're a liar Tsunayoshi."
Tsuna's face flushed at the mention of his informal name coming from Hibari. He brought his hand up using his sleeve in attempt to hide his blush.
"H-Hibari-san I just need to know if you've mastered your new Vongola gear."
He shook his head, not at the prior question, but at the idea that that was the reason Tsuna was here. He waggled a finger gesturing him to closer. Tsuna took a few nervous steps.
"You never come in here because of what you say you are."
Tsuna waved his arms in front of his chest frantically trying to evade the subject, "Hi-Hi-Hibari-san! I really just need to know-"
He clutched a section of the boy's brown locks, stopping him in mid sentence. He aggressively forced him downwards, so that he slumped to his knees between Hibari's legs.
"I know about your sick little crush," He hissed.
When Tsuna avoided his eyes, Hibari pinched his cheek sharply. He frowned.
"Take off your clothes."
Tsuna didn't know why. But with shaking hands he obeyed. He removed his jacket, tie, pants, boxers, and started to unbutton his long sleeved shirt when Hibari stopped him.
"That's fine. Now come here."
He unzipped his pants. Tsuna became aware of what he meant by this action, and gulped.
He began to move his mouth around Hibari's cock. His face was flushed, and his long white uniform shirt was the only thing covering him.
Hearing the noises he was making, Tsuna reached down and gave tentative squeezes to his own arousal. He wasn't sure why he was doing this-or rather why the head of the Disciplinary Committee was allowing him to do this. But he didn't care; it was a once in a life time opportunity.
"You're so aroused by this that you're masturbating? How completely indecent…"
At the sound of Hibari's pleasure filled noises, Tsuna came into his own hand. Hibari smirked at the sight. He chuckled darkly.
"Please don't tell me you came from the sound of my voice."
He pushed Tsuna's forehead backwards at an uncomfortable angle. It popped some of the bones in his neck. Tsuna flinched at the touch. He held the boy's head up by his chocolate brown bangs, forcing their gazes to meet.
"Are you some kind of freak?"
Hibari watched at Tsuna's eyes widened and tears budded at the corners. His mouth was stained with Hibari's release, and that face fed his ego. It was like a child being given a new toy. He dragged him by his hair, and tossed him onto the leather couch.
"Hey...it's unfair, you're the only one having all the fun."
He straddled his hips and smirked again "Spread your legs and loosen up your hole. You want this inside of you don't you?"
Tsuna whimpered, "…Yes."
Hibari entered him in one harsh thrust. Without any preparation his virgin hole was penetrated. He didn't go easy on him. He forced himself in deeply, and continued in that motion with increasing strength. Tsuna didn't expect it...he didn't expect it to hurt! Not this much!
"Ow! Ow too deep. Deep!"
Hibari's erection only grew inside of him at the sounds of his painful screams. He didn't even show notion of slowing, quite the opposite his speed increased.
"Ah! Stop! Stop! It hurts!"
Yamamoto cut off the story, his eyes were filled with horror, "Wait you told him to stop and he didn't?" Of course Tsuna couldn't push him away either. Without his dying will pills, there was no way he stood a chance against Hibari.
Tsuna gravely gave a short abrupt nod. He put his hands to his face and rubbed his eyes, "B-but it's my fault...I w-wanted it to happen. I just didn't think."
"I just didn't think he'd hurt me so much."
Gokudera had become oddly quiet again, "…Tenth…do you love that bastard?"
Tsuna lay still looking lifeless. His legs spread apart still, and his uniform shift ripped open and hang off him loosely. Every part of him ached. His back, which had been twisting and arching a second ago, his thighs that had been spread farther than the muscles should have, all throbbed. But worst of all was his entrance.
Instead of how he imagined with Hibari gently entering him with slow easing loving thrusts-it was violent. He pushed in so deep that it felt as though every part of him was being squished upwards. It only left stinging pain, and not at all the feeling he had desired.
But it was still Hibari-san.
And that was all that mattered wasn't it?
Because more than anyone, Sawada Tsunayoshi loved Kyoya Hibari.
His voice was exhausted, defeated, and weak, "Hib-Hibari-san…" It was barely above a whisper. "I still love you." He brought up his hands to cover his eyes while he sobbed.
Hibari had turned away. He was fully dressed, after all to do this he only needed to unzip his pants and shove down his underwear some. He was walking back to his desk but when he heard this, he looked over his shoulder. The frown on his face morphed into an arrogant smirk.
His voice was wicked and low, "Yeah..?"
He threw Tsuna's pants at him. The belt hit the back of his hands, and the pain from that was nothing more compared to before.
One word came from his mouth, as he looked down at the Vongola boss, "Disgusting."
But if he was so disgusted by it then why…
Why did he do it?
ISFP: Ok, this IS an 1827 story…right now it just seems really twisted…
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