Author's Note: My love for Katekyo Hitman Reborn! has caused me to believe that there is not enough fanfiction out there to fuel the fans of the series. I had an urge to write and suddenly I found inspiration in various things. I hope this story sparks your interest.
Summary: After years, Hibari is plagued with recollections of the past. His memories get the best of him, and he finds himself in turmoil due to developing feelings for the infamous Rokudo Mukuro. His performance slips and he suffers the consequences. 6918/1869
Rating: M for Mature Content.
Warnings: Character death, language, character abuse, yaoi, alternate universe, and maybe some spoilers.
Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn! and all its characters belong to Amano Akira.
Discordance: Memories Submersed
Prologue
It all happened too fast.
One second there was sound, and the next, the silence was deafening.
"It's going to be dangerous," she said. "Come home as quickly as you can."
A pause. A smile. A pat on the head.
"Your father will be home early today. Once he returns, we can celebrate your birthday, alright? I can't believe you're already five…"
He smiled, extending his arms to wrap around her in an embrace.
"Alright, mother. I'll be right home."
With that, he took his bento from his mother's hands and slipped outside. School would be uneventful.
"Ah! Kyouya!"
His mother was calling. He spun on his toes and ran back to her, coming to a halt before her. He straightened his posture and ran a hand over his clothes to smooth out his uniform before addressing her.
"Yes, mother." It was more of an automatic response, a practiced action, rather than a question.
A giggle.
"I love you, my adorable little skylark."
He grinned in return.
"I know, mother."
His classmates were all idiots—all children who didn't understand the seriousness of the world. He wouldn't pretend that he was normal. He didn't care about fitting in.
Normality was overrated. Toys were overrated. Friends were overrated.
It really didn't matter to him—the names nor lives of the other students. Hell, he liked the school facility better than the students themselves.
School days were a blur. He didn't pay attention. He didn't need too.
Maybe someday he could make school better…
The school bells rang, and in an instant, he was gone.
He didn't say goodbye. He didn't care for happy birthdays. He ran—ran as fast as he could.
There were more cars than usual. There was less noise than usual.
Something was wrong.
He sprinted as quickly as his legs would carry him. Still, it felt agonizingly slow.
Mother…
Violet. He was engulfed by violet. It was warm, comforting, and just like his mother's embrace.
No.
This wasn't right. Someone was there.
Someone was there!
"Kyouya, go to your room." Her voice was stern.
Go get the gun.
One second. If he had been faster, gotten home sooner, this might not have happened. He just wanted one second.
The gun.
He clambered up the stairs to his room, refusing to hold eye-contact with the men that watched him. He barely spared them a glance.
He had to. He always knew this might happen. He had been prepared for it.
All he could hear was the blood throbbing in his ears as his fingers met cold metal.
Mother… I'm sorry.
I won't fail you. I can't.
Kill her. Kill her. Kill her.
One second. The air whistled as a bullet sliced through it.
One second. A dull thud. She was dead.
One second and there was blood. There was so much blood.
One second.
His father.
One second, then the raven haired child was consumed by darkness.
Author's Note: Thank you for reading! I write this story with the intention of finishing it, and as of right now, I am merely editing the first chapter. Aside from that, I have the majority of the story outlined. I do hope that you have enjoyed this brief introduction. I look forward to writing this!
I would love feedback, so please review!
-Luminescent Ashes