Who?

He was frightened. By the reality, by everything, by the one that he trusted the most. He was shivering, his hands closely behind his ears to avoid reality. Why? Why? Why?

"You're not meant to be the boss of Vongola. It's not you."

He fell to his knees, knowing that he will break if someone doesn't come and reassure him. He was Tsunayoshi Sawada, son of Iemitsu Sawada and one of the five successor candidates of Vongola Family. He, along with the Ninth's sons and Xanxus. That was the truth. And yet, and yet…

"I can't believe that I've been following the wrong boss, all this time."

That sounded like his best friend, Hayato Gokudera. His tone was betrayed, anger, malice, and disgust. He didn't understand. But, but, he was Tsunayoshi Sawada! It's him, it's him! Why would anyone doubt him? WHY? "Ah, I don't really get it. But… you're not Tsuna, are you?" Takeshi Yamamoto said casually, but the tone of doubt and confusion was so apparent that he was literally stabbed by it.

But, he is Tsuna! Why… why does everyone doubt him?

"I couldn't believe it…" Mukuro Rokudo's smooth voice said with his usual chuckle. "Someone like you of all people… to deceive me by pretending to be the Vongola Decimo…" Someone like who? He is the Vongola Decimo. He truly is! "How can you…?" Chrome said quietly. I'm Tsunayoshi Sawada! He shouted internally again and again. He is Tsunayoshi Sawada. He is! He is! Or… was he?

"Hahi! So all this time… Tsuna-san isn't Tsuna-san?" Haru Miura this time, holding a hatred-filled Lambo. "Where's Tsuna? Give me back Tsuna!" Lambo cried, and I-Pin joined him. Kyoko Sasagawa was there too, looking so very anguished. "B-but…" He stammered. "You're not Tsuna-kun…" Tears streamed down her face. Why can't everyone see? He is Tsunayoshi Sawada, which part of him isn't?

"All this time, you've been pretending to be Sawada? That's just extremely deceiving! Fake!" Onii-san's words hurt so very much. So very very much. "You're disgusting, herbivore. No. Insect." He can feel tears streaming down his face. He shouted. "But, I'M—!"

WHY COULDN'T HE SAY IT? HE IS TSUNAYOSHI SAWADA! HE HAS TO BE! HE NEVER REMEMBERED BEING SOMEONE ELSE!

"Everyone, I really am—!" He couldn't say it. But why? He was Tsunayoshi Sawada. Why did everyone suddenly treat him differently? He didn't change. Never! But… why?

"You're not Tsuna." Reborn was the one who said it clearly. B-but that's impossible. Because he is Tsuna… "Where did you put the Tenth, bastard? !" Gokudera-kun pointed his weapon to his direction. No way… how could he tell him where the so-called Tenth is when he is the Tenth?

"Just leave him alone, everyone," Reborn said calmly. "We'll find Tsuna. Sooner or later." His eyes widened. Everyone left, sparing him a disgust-filled looks. He gulped. "I don't understand…" He stammered. "I'm… I'm…" He questioned. The fedora-wearing baby only stared at him with pity. "Take a look of the mirror." He said as he offered him a green mirror.

No… way.

Red hair instead of Brown. Red eyes instead of Brown. Short-layered hair instead of the gravity defying spike… red instead of brown. Who was this? He didn't know him. He was a brunet with brown eyes. And he is son of Iemitsu and Nana Sawada. But… who is this?

Reborn shook his head solemnly and took his chameleon back from the shocked bru—redhead. "The next time we meet, I will have you say where my student is." And then he left. Just like that.

He sat there limply as his Family left him. Gokudera-kun… Yamamoto… Mukuro… Chrome… Onii-san… Hibari-san… Lambo… Haru… Kyoko-chan… I-Pin… the memories he had of them was so vivid. And so clear. He was definitely Tsunayoshi Sawada. But… who was the man in the mirror earlier. Who was he?


He sat there, still frozen at the same position since two hours ago. It was beginning to rain. But, he was still there, staring deeply to the puddle of water that had begun to form below him… and he wasn't dreaming. He was limp, frozen, and he didn't know what to do. If he was Tsunayoshi Sawada… maybe he'd know what to do.

Suddenly, a girl with black uniform, rather curly ponytail and big breasts came running down to streets. To his place. And she seemed to bring other people with her. Who is she…?

"We've been looking for you for ages!" She screamed, clearly worried. Who are you? He wanted to question her. But, he couldn't bring himself to talk. Why?

"We're worried, Enma!" Dull brown—red eyes looked at the girl passively. "Who's Enma?" He asked. The girl gasped, and she looked panicked. "What are you talking about, Enma? It's you, don't you remember? It's you! You're Enma Kozato!"

That was weird… he didn't know him. He didn't know anyone like that. But, but…

How come everyone's convinced that he is Enma Kozato?

Who's Enma Kozato?


Done.

Short. Yes. But it was very interesting to write. :D

And, um, if you guys are interested enough. Maybe I'll try and make a sequel.

Please review :)