A/N: hey, I haven't planned any pairings as of yet so if you have any advice, just review below and I hope you enjoy reading!
From a young age, Tsunayoshi was able to see strings. Not the kind made of silk that elicited the pleasurable thought of running your finger through soft yarn but the kind that were attached to people's hearts. Many threads ran loops around each other and twisted in funny ways that would entertain him for hours upon hours. He would thread his fingers amongst the jumble, twisting and following all the individual strands through their weaving mess.
When ever he mentioned them to other children though, he would mostly receive pointing fingers and taunts.
"Freak!"
"Yeah, stay away you freak."
"You're not wanted here," after that, he never mentioned it to his classmates again.
In his loneliness, he began to notice that strings could divide into two. And at times three or four or so on. He observed how the different strands from each person connected to another. At his age, he only noticed it on his classmates whose strings connected mainly their parents and friends. When close, the strings would throb a rainbow of colour and dance to a mysterious tune that he could not hear. It reminded him of dogs (even though they terrified him) as when near their loved ones, would light up in glee.
When he figured that out, he watched the string that connected him to his mother. It too danced with happiness as they grew closer in distance.
"Okasan, our strings are really happy today!"
"Is that so Tsu-kun?" He could hear the love in her voice and saw the acceptance in her smile. After that, he only told Nana what he saw. He could tell she enjoyed his stories and always asked which strings joined who, it reminded him of the gossip the old ladies near the store told each other in a conspiring manner. The only thing he neglected to tell though was one tattered string that fell weightless against her chest. His mother only had two strings, one that joined him to her. The other, unlike most other strings that sparkled with colour like coloured glass under light, throbbed a saddened grey.
He could guess who it belonged to as at certain times he would catch her, picture frame in hand, sobbing in private upon her bed. Usually it was only cries he heard, but a few times he caught a chocked, "Iemitsu," between sobs.
Tsuna could not find the string that joined him and his father. He was quite fine with that though cause anyone that made Okasan cry wasn't truly human at all.
Years flew by and Tsuna, apart from the cord between his and his mother's heart, gained no other strings. He didn't mind though. His classmates, forgetting their child years, began to call him 'Dame-Tsuna' due to him failing most of his subjects. With no friends, Tsuna had turned his interest into hobbies and in essence art. A simple blank A4 diary and pencils was all he needed to get started and with encouragement from Okasan, began to fill the pages with random scribbles. He wasn't a born natural, but over time formed his own style and of an afternoon would enjoy nothing more than to draw in the kitchen whilst the scent of dinner wafted over him.
It was the definition of peace and as their thread danced over them in absolute delight, he couldn't think of any other way to describe it.
Unfortunately, the end to his peace came the next day in the form of a shifty flier.
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