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As a rule, Tsunayoshi Sawada was not a bad person.
However, he was not the imbecile he presented himself as. You could say he was in-between, the grey to the worlds black and white.
He was honest (minus his not-really-rare and more-then-a-little-sarcastic thoughts) forgiving (as long as no one precious to him was hurt) he had real smiles (just not in the context people expected them to be)but overall despite the little comments his mind (ie. His at-that-time-unknown-to-him intuition) provided him Tsunayoshi Sawada was still a small innocent child in a world overshadowed by bleak futures.
He was a brightly lit lantern, unknowingly spreading his influence to the moths that were drawn to him and he would not be put out.
Above all Tsuna was the all encompassing sky and together with his cloud, rain, mist, storm, sun, lightning and frost Tsuna would be someone great.
However, at age five Tsuna knew nothing of the Vongola famiglia or even the mafia as a whole. His father had made sure of that. He was actually fairly normal, well at least as normal as a sky could be, unfortunately his mother was not.
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Destiny creates and manipulates the future in a way that no human is to ever understand (checkerface being the only one to be partially exempt) and the future can be changed by a mere flick of the wrist. It was on that day that fate as we know it (often referred to as canon) was changed. But the question remains, was it changed for the better?
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Nana Sawada was stressed. She hid it well underneath her smiles and gentle humming as she rummaged through her cupboards for the ingredients for Tsuna and her own's dinner but Nana Sawada was stressed. Her husband, Lemitsu, hadn't so much as phoned for half-a-freaking-year and she couldn't even describe how she felt about that. (The word infuriated came to mind)
Theirs had been a whirlwind romance (and so cliche it would make a stranger sick) they had met in a bar, her friends having dragged her there, and whilst her friends partied the night away, Nana had literally collapsed against the bar - accidentally knocking someone's glass over. She had looked up to apologize and their eyes had met. She had been the innocent maiden and he the handsome Italian prince. They had talked the entirety of the night away before parting with a promise to meet again.
And they did, again and again. It wasn't long before he tried to woo her, with roses and words that made her giggle.
They were married exactly two years after their first meeting.
Half a year later she was expecting Tsuna, both Nana and Lemitsu were ecstatic.
It was when Tsunayoshi Leyasu Sawada was born that things started to change. It began with Lemitsu starting to distance himself from both her and their son, it was gradual but still there and Nana saw it. Next were frequent calls to and fro with his workplace, each longer then the previous. Finally, the glances, Lemitsu would glance first at Tsuna and then at her with veiled eyes, his eyes became mirrors and she couldn't, no matter what she did, see what truly laid within.
Then, one day, exactly eleven months after the birth of Tsuna, Lemitsu packed his bags and told her that his work needed his urgent help and that he would call. Said calls (frequently he had said) equated to a half-hour every year and he had only visited once in five-freaking-years.
He essentially abandoned her.
Nana wasn't as oblivious as she made out to be, she saw the looks of the neighbors, the whispers about the woman who's husband didn't care, who's son was clumsy and friendless, the woman who didn't work and relied on her absent husband. It was beyond embarrassing to hear what they said behind her back, just because they assumed she would not comprehend their words.
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Nana reached out a hand for some spices, however, her fingers brushed a bottle of some kind. Her eyebrows rose as she took the time to actually look at the bottle clenched within her palm and then the several other duplicates of the bottle on the shelf behind. She bit her lip briefly before nodding to herself, dinner could wait and Tsuna was in his room.
She poured herself a glass of high concentration alcohol.
(And thus the wheels of destiny turned anew)
'Lemitsu she really did love him'
(A small amount of hesitation before a second glass is poured her hand shaking slightly)
'Lemitsu left soon after Tsuna was born'
(A third glass, no hesitation now)
'Stupid, useless Tsuna'
(Fourth glass and the burn of the spirit traveling down her throat is muted now and she needs more to get the burn back and she needs to forget to forget to forget to forget...)
'If it wasn't for him'
(Fifth glass now)
'Everything would be perfect'
(Sixth glass)
(Seventh glass)
(Second bottle)
(Third bottle)
(Fourth. Fifth. Sixth. Seventh...)
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Five year old Tsuna crept down the stairs at seven that night. Seeing his mother sleeping with her head against the table, surrounded by bottles, he frowned because even he knew that alcohol was a bad and naughty thing. But then again it wasn't as if his kaa-chan was bad, no she was super good, so it should be okay, right? The five year old nodded to himself before covering his mothers form with one of the spare blankets and heading up to bed. (He went without dinner that night - something that was to become a regular occurrence in times to come)
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However by the time he was six it was clear to see within the Sawada household that everything was most definitely not okay. Nana had quickly succumbed to the poison known as alcohol and within that single year she was an almost full time alcoholic - at least when it was just them. Outside of the house Nana was quick to revert back to kind, sweet and oblivious Nana. The woman that everyone had grown to love. (But it was fake, so so fake)
In a way this made it worse for Tsuna because it was getting harder and harder for him to differentiate between the sober the inebriated and the true Nana Sawada.
When Nana was drunk she became bitter, vindictive and violent, it just so happened that during one of her phases Nana began a transition her son came to know as punishment. For the duration of the first five punishment (bearing in mind that she would get drunk every other night) she would rant, rave, shout and scream at him. Telling him he was a monster, a freak, dame-tsuna and worse (much much worse). She would always, always, without fail tell him he was the reason Lemitsu left.
However, it was the sixth punishment that truly scratched and clawed and broke a piece of Tsuna's now fragile heart to pieces.
In her drunken stupors Nana began to physically hurt Tsuna.
It started as a single slap (but it was a slap imprinted on both his face and his soul) resulting from when he had tried to pry yet another glass of wine from her grasp. She had, drunk as she was, looked shocked beyond belief that she had hit her son (disregarding the pain that she had already cursed him with) and had fallen into alcohol filled depression. A depression that had undeniably filled Tsuna with hope; maybe just maybe, that small piece of remorse within his mother could spark a rebellion against the bad, evil drink (bearing in mind that Tsuna was five nearly six years old). That he could have his real Kaa-chan back.
It was not to be.
The next day dawned and up to mid afternoon the Sawada household was peaceful and calm. However, Tsuna would have to be blind to not see the looks his mother had been sending him (runawayIdontwanttohurtyou, Iamsosorrytsu-kun and pleaseforgiveme)
It was because of these looks that Tsuna was not surprised when, as he sat upon his bed leaning against the wall reading, his mother slammed the door open.
His eyes had been dull and empty as she stomped over, she raised her hand high before bringing it down and slapping him, hard enough to send his face straight into the wall he had previously been leaning on. He didn't have any time to react before she grabbed fistfuls of his hair, causing spikes of agony to shoot through his scalp, and yanked his head forward and straight into the path of her unforgiving knee. (Rinse and repeat.)
Slap.
Kick.
"Useless!"
Slap
Kick
"Dame-Tsuna, it's all your fault!"
Slap
Kick
"You shouldn't have been born!"
Again and again and again.
It went on.
Eventually though Tsuna was granted the relief of darkness as he blacked out and most of the pain disappeared.
The words didn't. (They remained ingrained upon his soul and it burned)
Tsuna supposed that the worst part was going down to breakfast the next morning, body practically covered in black-blue bruises and sores, and having his mother (the one everybody saw) smile gently at him and ask if her Tsu-kun was okay.
He just wanted his Kaa-san back.
But he was useless Tsuna so what could he do?
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Blue eyes narrowed behind a mask painted in the likeness of a sly and cunning fox, a grimace stained his face, not that his enemies could see this. So it had been a trap, fuck. His intuition (because no-one be they hitman or boss, survived the mafia without at least some sort of intuition) had been screaming at him from the moment he had accepted the job and he had been the idiot and ignored it.
("Baka-student, still as dense as always")
He grit his teeth in annoyance as one of hundred thugs surrounding him had the gall to laugh,
"Not so strong now are you, Kitsune!"
Alright, keep calm and analyse,
What weapons are unavailable, flames. Damn and things just got harder luckily however he still had his scythe and that meant... determination filled his eyes.
He was going to enjoy this.
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He wasn't enjoying it.
The fox masked boy ducked a stray bullet and flipped over another man, not even pausing at the sound of the bullet passing straight through the head of the grunt previously behind him and, after his jump, straight in the path of the bullet. Barely a second later and the shooter joined his unintentional victim in death as the large silver blade of Kitsune's scythe separated his head clean from his body.
The battle had been raging for close to four hours, after more thugs had turned up to try to kill the flameless Kitsune. Whilst none had succeeded, Kitsune had amassed a rather large array of small cuts, bruises and burns, as well as a large slash to his right leg which had largely hindered his movements and forced him to hold his beloved scythe in both hands due to blood loss weakening him.
It was at the five hour mark that the battle finally ended and he finally took down the grunt holding the key to his flames. The bastard had been cowering behind a tree after seeing the true prowess of the blonde, even without his flames.
And so here he was, he had managed to form one of his portal mirrors using his flames however, with blood loss and exhaustion weighing him down he had been unable to pinpoint an exact location and therefore had no idea where he was. Only that it was some kind of wood... or was it forest?
He slid down the trunk of the tree he had been leaning on and simply looked at the overhanging canopy of verdant leaves.
Seriously, was this the end?
Was all of his training for naught just because of a stupid mistake and a trap?
His vision was fading now, the edges flickering black and he lifted a shaky hand to remove his mask, revealing his face to the world for one last time.
A single tear slid free.
I'm sorry, kaa-san tou-san, I failed you.
I'm sorry sensei, you're legacy has fallen.
"Excuse me? Hey are you okay sir? Oh gods! Stay awake!"
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Destiny is always mistaken for fate. However there is one key difference. The parh of destiny can be changed and rewritten, whilst fate is set in stone from the start.
And so fate gave way to destiny.
And everything changed.
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New story!
Yes I'm sorry I should really update my other stories it is just that my muse is a bitch and I can't seem to be able to do anything with my other fics at the moment. But I am not giving up on them and I will try and update as soon as possible. Hope you enjoy this though.
Wingedsilverfang ~
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