A/N:
I'm going to get killed by my readers from the other stories (although it's not like I have much .-. but I must humble myself or else the readers that are actually reading will kill me... again), but I'm actually going to start a new one.
Meh.
Anyway, I moved and I had absolutely no access to any internet whatsoever the entire time. I almost DIED. That's an exaggeration... or is it? At least I have it in my possession now! MWAHAHAHA!
And a quick warning before you start to read this; this will get slightly dark... and perhaps even darker after a bunch of chapters so if you're not a fan of that stuff, stay away from this story. :D
AND ALSO, PROBABLY NOOOOOO PAIRINGS! :D
In addition, Tsuna is also a bit OCC in this. :)
Okay. So now that that's done, let's proceed shall we?
Disclaimer: You need one of these for every story right? I think? Whatever. I don't own Katekyo(ushi) Hitman Reborn! nor its characters-except for this story's OCs and a few other things I made up.
Chapter 1: A Secret That Can Ruin
Tsunayoshi and Ieyoshi Sawada loved one another. They were like twins born to adore and play with the other. They couldn't ever be separated. They hardly ever had arguments or fought. Even when they did, the issue could be resolved within the same day. Of course, Nana Sawada and the constantly absent father Iemitsu Sawada, to say the very least, were proud.
Two loving twins. Tsunayoshi was peaceful, excessively kind, and cautious. Strangely, he was actually rather intelligent. He tried to hide it though. Nana found a chapter book he had borrowed from a conveniently close rather small library hidden away in the back of his drawer when she was cleaning his room one day, but she never told her son. After all, she thought nothing of it, except that her son was beaming with potential. For all one knows, if she'd inspected it a bit closer, she would've noticed that this was not Japanese, but was in fact, Chinese. She also should've known that such a young child shouldn't be able to know complicated Japanese writing.
Ieyoshi was daring, oddly adored art, and definitely a bit less kind than his brother. He was perceptive and alert, maybe to make up for his lack of knowledge at anything. He was a young boy just raring for some adventure. He even often dragged Tsunayoshi past the gates of their cozy two-story home as he struggled to unlatch from his brother's powerful grip. Most of the time, he escaped healthy. Other times he came out with a scratch or two. Then there were times when he never even came back. Though, Ieyoshi never thought much of how much he was injuring Tsunayoshi. He knew, but never thought much of it. Was his brain capacity that low? Nana only thought Ieyoshi was a bit dense, and loved that part of him.
Yet even so, these clearly healthy, loveable children, as charming as they were, had their secrets.
For Ieyoshi it was unusual, though nothing to holler at... not yet. A trip to the therapist and he may come out perfectly fine. His secret? He relishes in seeing pain in others. Just a small part of him did. So for Ieyoshi it was just instinct. It was just habit. He was still only about three at that time this started. He hardly knew much in the first place. Nana thought he was dense. He wasn't. He would pay attention and was watchful. Then again, that didn't mean he wasn't dense, so he could be.
For Tsunayoshi it was a dark, awful secret. Something that he knew he had to take to his grave. It was the reason why he had to hide knowing so much. The sweet brunette boy with caramel-colored eyes had a secret so bad that he had to hide it even from his family he loved so much.
He could write about the future-not just any future, the gory, harrowing, and hellish ones. It could be long as ten pages. It could be in another language. It could be in Japanese. It could be a bunch of pictures with words, like a grotesque picture book. It could be almost anything if it was formatted similarly to a book. So the small, confused, and youthful Tsunayoshi learned. It's astounding he didn't die of a heart attack or vomit when he read his first paragraph of the future. Although he certainly was unable to sleep that night, or the next, or the one after that. He had no control over himself when he wrote though. His hand just wrote, and he let it go free, because he was, interested... curious, if you want to say it that way.
There was even more to learn about his ability. If in the morning, and he wrote, it could be nothing more than a small car accident that killed someone or maybe two. If in the evening, and he wrote, a series of bombings can occur killing more than fifty people. The later he wrote, the worse it became, and if he couldn't write because there was nothing to write with? He would look around in a state of hysteria, looking for something to write. One time, he wrote with a pencil on the living room walls. Luckily for "Tsu-kun", his mother and his brother were out responsible for buying groceries. After rapidly (and sloppily) copying whatever was on the wall with circles for unreadable letters (A/N: because some languages are incredibly complicated and Tsu-kun *giggle* wrote with a pencil), he scrubbed it (because using an eraser would take too much time), and finished twelve minutes before Nana and Ieyoshi came home. They were puzzled at why Tsunayoshi was sleeping, exhausted, with gloves on his hands, and provided with a wall still a bit moist. Nana just smiled, and thought about how cute her little "Tsu-kun" looked while asleep. Ieyoshi knew something was up, but he didn't push it.
And there was another secret: he killed anyone who found out about what he can do, not because he didn't want anyone to find out. It just happened. He couldn't control himself. When he learned the hiding spot of his father's gun, a feeling of dread rose within him, and he fainted after letting his lunch come up as he closed the lid to the gun. He woke up to his mother shaking him awake, worry written all over her face. She asked what was wrong, and her little "Tsu-kun" was doing fine. He had nodded vigorously, still somewhat groggy, and told her he was just sleeping.
Tsunayoshi wouldn't call it a gift nor a talent. He never would. To him it was a dreaded curse from the devil, or even worse, God if he existed. If he existed, he'd probably save him. Not watch him and very well possibly laugh while pointing at him as he miserably wrote on his notebook that Nana bought for him one day. If anyone else got this... curse, they'd probably commit suicide or go insane and kill everyone saying it was the will of God or the devil, but "Tsu-kun", the young child resourcefully used it, because before long, he learned the only one way to keep that fate he wrote against his will from occurring, was if he acted. Everyone else would blindly walk toward the near tragic future. He had to do it alone. Alone. If he told anyone or discovered someone else dug out the secret themselves, he would kill them mercilessly. His hand never even wrote about whoever he kills if said person killed finds out.
Then one fateful day that was not particularly different from the ordinary, Ieyoshi found out. It was through the worn, large, and torn green notebook Tsunayoshi kept behind his desk whenever he couldn't take it with him on some event or he couldn't hold it near him. Inside that notebook was the disastrous and disturbing fates of the world-and more. He made a fatal mistake, though, when he left it on his desk isolated from all his other things with a bored brother that was intrigued to know what his brother wrote in his spare time and on random occasions. The unsuspecting Tsunayoshi taking a nice, relaxing bath didn't anticipate the future to come as his brother attempted to read the notebook covered with neat writing in different languages. So inevitably, now, he knew the kinds of the things his brother was writing after reading some of the notebook (the parts that he could read) which threatened to rip apart in Ieyoshi's careless grip, so he decided to confront his brother about it. For some reason, he actually liked to read this notebook. Even though a child like him should pass out, scream, and go insane traumatically, Ieyoshi actually wanted to read more! To his dismay, the only ones he could read were the ones in hiragana [1] and the pictures. A smiling Nana came over to him and Tsunayoshi one day, decided to teach them hiragana, and although Ieyoshi had trouble (while Tsunayoshi pretended to as well), he learned.
He thought about the contents of the book as he patiently (and also impatiently after drawing an image of a dog tripping after his owner yanked too hard on his leash on his brother's beloved notebook) waited for his brother to come out from his bath and put on clothes. Why would his kind and peace-loving brother write in this dark horror genre? It scared Ieyoshi, and send shivers down his spine. It even involved several extreme happenings around Namimori. Ah, if only Ieyoshi brother wasn't so stupid, he would have noticed that everything in that notebook was something that happened in Namimori, or somewhere nearby.
At the same time, some distant, but close part of him thought, maybe he could even blackmail him with this information. Ieyoshi didn't think it was blackmail though. He thought it was love. LOVE of all bizarre things! He though if Ieyoshi had something, then the loving Tsu-kun could give something back in return. He thought it was that one simple thing. Love. Though Ieyoshi was only five. (A/N: Reborn should personally come over from Italy and give a bonk on the head to Dame-Ieyoshi... or Dame-Ie or Dame-Ieyo or Dame-Ieyosh...)
Then, Tsunayoshi emerged from the bath and threw on his clothes.
"Ne~ Onii-san [2]. What's this?" inquired the unknowing Ieyoshi as he held the glorified notebook in his hands. Tsunayoshi had a moment of realizing and then put on a horrified look on his face that he couldn't erase. Ieyoshi was confused and bewildered. "What's wrong?"
It would be seconds before... before Tsunayoshi would murder his own brother. He had to stop himself-he had to!
But then he lost control before he could stop himself. Tsunayoshi dashed to the kitchen. Under the dining table on the tile to the right next to the one under the bottom left peg... NO! Not the gun. Please! PLEASE! Don't follow me! Don't follow me Onii-san! Onegai! [3]
Nana was outside hanging the laundry.
Ieyoshi was there holding the dull-colored green notebook with a stupefied stare on his face.
Tsunayoshi was there taking out the gun that his father hid.
Everything was in place-his brother was really going to die. He was going to murder the family member he loved most.
As soon as Tsunayoshi had lifted up the gun, Ieyoshi was paralyzed. He didn't think. He couldn't. Was his own brother really going to kill him? After a split second, he inwardly scoffed. There was no way-
BAM!
Nana screamed. The bullet passed a millimeter away from hitting Ieyoshi's head. Before, control was an impossible word, but now! Now, Tsunayoshi was finally able to control himself! FINALLY! He dropped the gun, and sighed in relief.
But Ieyoshi threw the old notebook on the floor, and ran to get the gun that was now on the tile floor. He picked it up and pointed it at Tsunayoshi. His hand was shaking, and tears were streaming like waterfalls from his eyes. Tsunayoshi was unable to react as Ieyoshi shot two bullets at him.
BAM! BAM!
One was sent hurtling into his right shoulder, and the other landed only inches away from his right foot. He followed instinct and swiftly raised his left knee, causing the gun to fly out of Ieyoshi's hand, and into Tsunayoshi's.
He lost control again.
BAM!
Ieyoshi never thought that the one to kill him would be his brother. He thought it would be illness-or die saving someone, and he definitely never thought it'd be when he was only five!
But the bleeding hole on his chest said otherwise, and he collapsed. Tsunayoshi stared as he regained control of himself and as soon as got complete control, he ran out. He didn't save his own brother. He ran, picked up his notebook, and ran away from the house, past the gate.
Coward.
"W-Where are you going?!" wailed his bleeding brother as Nana ran to help, who had been watching and rooted to the spot in horror, and she began panicking while tears well up in her eyes.
Coward!
"Help me!" moaned Ieyoshi. Tsunayoshi... no-he didn't deserve that name anymore. He turned back, one last time, and flinched as he saw Nana-eyes wide in shock. He was still holding the gun in his hand, and ran.
COWARD!
"P-Please?" groaned his brother. Closing his eyes, he didn't look back. Not yet. I'm sorry, Onii-san. Gomen ne... [4]
He kept the notebook to his chest, and ran to the bridge to throw away the gun...
He couldn't. He couldn't after he saw... Vongola?
He looked at the small insignia and wondered what clams in Italian had to do with the gun, but he didn't throw it away. He shoved it in his pocket as the sky slowly began to darken, and rain poured down.
The bullet in his shoulder began to hurt more than it should, and his vision started to become fuzzy. His head ached and he felt faint.
Thump.
He couldn't stay awake long enough to hear a small, almost completely quiet sob.
Translations:
[1] hiragana - The most basic type of writing in the Japanese language. You learn it as soon as you head into school in Japan or maybe before (I think).
[2] Ne~ Onii-san - Hey~ Brother is the literal translation. It's also being slightly more respective than what could be added to the end. So frankly, it's really a question instead of a taunt. Just so you know.
[3] Onegai - Please
[4] Gomen ne - I'm sorry
Closing Words:
So how was it?
Originally, this was supposed to be a prologue with a chapter, but well, *sigh* it got too long and I want to do some stuff with Hibari meeting Tsuna after this, so ya know.
And I'm not going with dat brother who's the ideal choice for the Vongola Decimo title secretly abuses a secretly strong Tsuna plot... That's waaaay too outdated now, for me at least. I still do read those, but only the good ones.
I do know that it takes a while for one to learn different languages, but Tsuna is only learning to understand the reading part of it. The writing system. Not actually speaking the language. However, if you believe it's not logical or realistic even so, please tell me. Thank you.
Also, I can't promise, but maybe, because I get bored easily, I might write another chapter today, but again, I can't promise.
Hope you enjoyed!
~Nyantas
