Tainted Sight
Okay! So this is my first fanfic that I have ever posted, I really hope that it's good (or at least enjoyable) so, yeah. As I am new to this type of thing, i just wanted to say that I appreciate anyone who reads this! *Bows* And without farther ado, on with the story! Enjoy~
The first thing that 7 year old Sawada Tsunayoshi heard when he woke up that morning was his mothers voice, an almost unnoticeable strain in her voice.
"Please don't start this again."
"You know that I have to go." Said a man's voice, easily recognized as Tsuna's fathers voice, a more easily noticeable strain in his. Almost as if he didn't want to be saying what he was, like he was forcing himself to be aloof. "You can't leave again! Tsuna needs you!" His mothers now openly distraught voice. "He barely recognized you when you came to visit! Is this how you want him to remember you!" her voice cracking " If you won't stay for our son, then stay for me" a pleading tone in her voice, the sound painful to young Tsuna, who had never heard his mother sound so pained or desperate.
Tsuna shifted quietly out of his bed and across the room to the door where a crack of light was seeping into the darkness of his room, his mom always left it open for him to ward off the monsters, silhouettes drifting in and out of existence, blending with the darkness his empty room provided, mimicking the very monsters he was scared of, leaving a terrible feeling of dread in his stomach. He knew what happens when his parents get like this. His dad disappears for years, only coming back for a day or so every 5 months or so.
But this time it was different, tou-san promised it was different this time! He promised… Yeah he breaks his promises sometimes, but it's for a good reason! It always is! Tsuna can feel it, a niggling sensation in the back of his head telling him it was for the best, to not let it get him - no matter how much it hurts. 'Forgive and forget' that's what his mama taught him, and he's trying, he really is! But how can you forgive somebody who's never there.
He watched through the door as his tou-san gathered his things, and deftly avoided his distraught mother. Never once did he get that feeling telling him it was okay, that he would come back someday.
Judging by his tou-san's expression, he didn't seem to think he would be able to come back either. Or that he just didn't want to, he couldn't tell anymore.
As he watched his mother fall to her knees, beautiful face marked with tears, pleading with his father to stay.
His father leaving after only a brief glance back at his wife. Managing to meet his sons eyes for a second or two, then a cold mask of indifference was pulled over his face, his eyes blank but still pained.
The door slamming shut. (His father hates slamming the door, why would he?)
His mother sobbing. (Tsuna had never heard her cry like that, not even when he could hear her crying during the night when she thought he was asleep.)
He closed his door.
And sobbed quietly into the darkness that surrounded him, looming over him like a giant monster, just waiting to devour his happiness.
A small voice in the back of his head laughed a deranged, hollow, sadistic sound.
"It won't have much to eat tonight, will it Tsu-Na-Yo-Shi~?"A voice as silky as the devils himself, nothing but a whisper in the dark, and a shiver ran down Tsuna's spine before unimaginable pain, everywhere, spreading, hot like a burning fire.
Then he knew nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
"Nothing~?"
(TimeSkip~TimeSkip~TimeSkip~TimeSkip~TimeSkip~TimeSkip~TimeSkip~)
If you were awake at an early hour in Namimori Japan, you could stand by a open window and hear a beautiful voice singing, the sound drifting all over the town, a lullaby for broken souls. The mysterious voice soothing and sad, filling every crack and bend.
This mysterious voice was, indeed, one 14 year old Sawada Tsunayoshi, currently sitting on the fence on top of the Nami-chu High School, a 7 story building not counting the roof.
As he sat there, balancing precariously over the edge of the fence, he finished the haunting song. Looking down at the town he lived in, he pondered what to do today.
"mmmm, I could bug Kyoya again, he's always looking for a good fight." A smirk crossing his face as he thought about it, eyes unconsciously lighting orange.
Shaking his head quickly, teetering over the edge of the fence for a minute. "Nope, no, no, no, no, No" here he started climbing down the fence. "No fighting, No hurting people, No Killing people." Shaking his head again, he jumped from window ledge to window ledge. "Flip here." The voice in his head said. Following the directions numbly, he landing on the ground avoiding the broken ledge that he almost tried to use.
Staring at the broken ledge on the 2nd floor of the school for a few minutes, or what could have been hours for all he knew, he shook his head again and started walking home.
"Not going to school today?"
Not answering he continued walking, quickening his pace when the voice persisted. "You know you can't outrun me. I'm always with you. Always~"
"Shut up! Just stop it! Why are you still here!?" Sobbing brokenly into his hands "What do you want from me…!?" whispered in such a fragile voice.
No response came.
Getting up from where he was curled up on the ground, hands and legs shaking so hard he could barely stand, he collected himself and went about straightening his clothes from where they rumpled together and managing to stop his shaking and stepped out of an alleyway he was sure he was not in a few seconds before.
In fact Tsuna was quite sure that he was walking towards his house not just a few scant seconds before he had, what he was loathe to admit, a mental breakdown. In spite of having his sites set on the path to his house, not home not anymore, it hadn't been a home for years, he appeared to be half way across the town from where his house was.
Watching with some vague awe and a sense of pure rightness, a purple wavering flame, like actual Flame, flickered in his hands and after a few seconds of him staring at started growing smaller but no less pure and bright and soon other flames started appearing a different color on his fingers.
They were bright and beautiful. Each one of them a different color.
Before he could even think about the feeling stirring deep inside of him, like a muted power, the flames flicker out one by one as he watched fascinated.
The orange flame staying the longest, flickering as if caught up in a wind seemingly reaching towards him, as if reaching towards someone important to it before it grew brighter than any flame he had ever seen and exploded, the other flames swirling around inside of the bright blinding light. A fierce and protective Orange, radiant Yellow that outmatched the sun itself by sheer intensity, beautiful sparkling Blue flooding everything with warmth, a bright and loyal, determined Red, and strangely enough, two types of Purple, one who was distant but loyal and strong, the other a darker shade feeling of mystery and wonder. This flame seemed to have to different personalities, one of them dark and ever shifting but none the less loyal, the other a weak but strong persona light and dark at the same time. Then a childish and caring Green.
Each of these beautiful flames creating streaks of rainbow in an all in compassing passionate and wonderfully Free Orange.
The flames burst around him, consuming him, protecting him. From what?
Something was wrong. He knew. He wanted it gone. He wanted the protection the beautiful flames provided.
It was hot, dangerously so, and a fire spread through his vanes, hot hot hot! Liquid lava coursing through his, invading his body, his mind, his soul, his very being.
Tsuna felt like screaming but he couldn't seem to open his mouth anymore. He could only stand there. Was he standing? He couldn't tell anymore.
He felt something break inside him. Something that he hadn't know was in him.
And suddenly he felt Free!
The pain receding to a pleasant warmth, dark spots swimming in his vision.
He felt himself fade away, felt himself be dragged under that hypnotic warmth, and he didn't care.
He was FREE!
Finally free.