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You don't have a friend in the world.
You're picked on constantly, pushed to the floor and taunted with that damned nickname, those painful words.
The tears that you cry, did anyone take notice? None.
Well, maybe a few, but those who did don't try to help you. Those tears were either ignored or used against you.
Not even your mother notices, but that's because you hide them from her. You've already burdened her with being a no-good son, you don't need to add to her troubles.
Your smiles, those bright smiles that used to light up your mother's day, became few and far in between.
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Eventually, you stop crying altogether. Crying doesn't help you.
Your tears had already dried up anyway.
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Only your mother's there to celebrate your birthday.
Your good-for-nothing father didn't even call up. Must be busy with his work, you guess.
When you blow those candles you wish for friends, even though you 'know' it that would never be granted.
But although only your mother was there, you still smile. At the very least, you'll smile for her, even if it's a strained one.
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You aren't so sure what to expect when a fedora-wearing baby bashes into your life, claiming that he'll be tutoring you.
But because of him, you've got what you never thought you'd get.
Friends.
No, they're much more than friends, they've become your family. Dysfunctional and violent, yes, but not in a bad way.
Your smiles become more frequent, less fake.
What's strange, is that you found what you were looking for in the most unlikeliest of places.
You don't really care.
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You can't really remember much of what life was like before Reborn.
One of the few things you do remember, though, is that you'd choose life the way it is now over then in a heartbeat. No doubts. It may have been less chaotic then, but it was more painful then too.
Back then, you were a sky with no weathers.
There was no storm that never rested, continuously at the heart of the attack, following you like a loyal puppy and starting one-sided arguments with a certain weather and exchanging insults with two others.
There was no rain there to wash away all your troubles, to laugh in a carefree matter and talk about baseball with you, laughing off all of the Storm's 'yakyuu-baka's.
There wasn't a sun to brighten up your day, to run around yelling 'extreme' and nearly exploding everyone's eardrums like how your onii-san always does.
No lightning drawing damage to himself away from the you and the rest nor running around demanding for grape candy like the kid he is.
There wasn't a cloud protecting from an independent standpoint either, nor for you to let loose so that he can bite people to death.
And the mist wasn't there either, back then, to hide you in illusions and creep the hell out of you with his 'kufufus' and to help open up from her shy nature.
You've grown to care about them, and wouldn't give them up for the world.
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When you open your door, you nearly get a heart attack when you were met with colourful streamers and balloons.
Only then, you remember.
It's your birthday.
Your smiling, kind mother, was there.
Of course, she's not the only one there.
There's also the girl you've been having a crush on since kindergarden and your sun's sister, the over-obsessive girl who followed you everywhere, your storm's sister, your father's subordinate, your maybe-not-that-good-for-nothing father, your self-proclaimed older brother who once went through the same thing you did, the boy who shares a similar fate as you right now, said boy's subordinates/friends, the ranking boy, the Chinese girl with broken Japanese...
And of course, your weathers.
Your storm, rain, sun, lightning and one of your mists were there too.
Your cloud, the other mist and his subordinates were a bit of a surprise though.
But of course, there was one last person that was there. The reason that this was all possible.
Your tutor, the darker sun, with his green chameleon, was there as well, the baby who forced this all to happen. You don't know what you would do without him.
And they all spoke, simultaneously, some shyly, some enthusiastically while others reluctant.
"Happy birthday!"
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Happy Birthday, Tsuna.
I realize that this is one day late, but hey, I had to let this out, right?
I'm sorry if this has some mistakes, but I wanted to get this one out as soon as possible.
