Gwahahahahaha. I attempt tearjerker angst once again. Well...in the next chappy...
Ah well. Disclaimer is usual and this was a challenge from Jack of Trade...but I kinda twisted up the plot and changed the name. ehehehe...don't kill me.
Pairings? who knows. I don't.
They were brothers of blood relation. Twins really. They had the same parents, the same mother, the same father. They shared the same diapers, the same clothes, and sometimes the same food.
But one was a thief. Even by birth, it had seemed he had already stolen the love of their parents from his brother, all the attention and care was gone. Just like that. The latter child would cry and cry from neglect and sadness while the other was smothered in love.
It kept going. Even after they grew up and entered junior high.
The thief, Yoshi, got all the looks, the smarts, the body, and the popularity. The other, Tsuna, he was left with only his existence. Tsuna was neither smart nor athletic, he was not popular nor had he many friends. In fact, he was bullied. He was the useless student, the one everyone nagged on, the one everyone ragged on. He was, in a sense, No-Good Tsuna.
Seemingly, Yoshi was kind to his brother. He was his protector, his shield. Whenever Yoshi was around, no one even dared come close to Tsuna. But in reality, he was the worst bully Tsuna could have. He would hurt him over and over again every single day all because he could. Everyday he would order him around and harm him. No one would believe Tsuna when he told them, even his countless neglected injuries did not convince them.
After all, Yoshi was the 'perfect' child.
Neighbors would always talk highly of him to his mother, and she would only laugh back. To Tsuna, they only complained. About how he was causing trouble and how he was always making a mess of everything and how annoying and useless he was. And his mother would only listen and listen, just go think up a punishment for him later on.
Tsuna would cower at his parent's actions to the point he would hide at their very presence. His wounds would increase in number everyday and his scars would forever remain. In the lockers, he would change in a corner, as to not let anyone see his cuts and scratches. He had so many overlooked gashes that they would begin to scab over and peel at any given time and stain his clothes, only to have his mother scold him again.
But he lived through them all. He would stand in the shadow of his brother for his entire life, and he knew it. He had no reason to become something great and he didn't want to either. He would always watch from the background, seeing his brother laugh and talk as he ate in silence in the most hidden corner of the roof. It was the only way to hide from the bullies.
But there was that one time.
Prologue over. Hm...update today or tomorrow?
