Warning! Rated T-M, may have dark scenes, some lime, Yaoi, and OP!Tsuna! Also, really OOC characters and in Drabble Format.
The sounds were muffled and his vision was blurry. He could only make out small pieces.
"...danger..."
"Take...Ace...Twins...Marines..."
"...hurry..."
'They sound so worried...I should be too, but I'm so tired,' he thought as he finally fell into sleep once more.
"Don't think...better...please...love you..."
Warm brown eyes opened and flushed cheeks felt tears fall onto them except they weren't his. The last thing he saw of them was a scarlet, billowing coat.
And then, he felt cold hands. It was so cold, he shivered and looked up at eyes that seethed warmth, yet his hands said something different.
It's been seven years since then. Seven years since he began living with Uncle Ben and one since Uncle Ben turned for the worse. A year since he's been kept in chains in the cellar. A year since he's been sexually and physically abused to the point of blanking out. A year since he's been let out to feel the Sun's rays. About a month since he's last eaten.
However, it seems that the gods finally decided to smile upon him. Uncle Ben lied on the floor passed out drunk, and key hanging from his belt that lied just below his...never mind. With frail and small hands, he reached as far as he could (which wasn't too far) and miraculously grasped the ring. A smile grew on his face for the first time in the last year and he slowly unlocked his chains as to not awaken his uncle. With a final clink, he was free. He ran to the door immediately and was glad to find it open. It seems the gods really were favoring him today.
As he exited the door, he was met with the living room which was streaming with fresh, morning light. He clambered to the window and absorbed the Suns's rays he hadn't touched in so long.
Snapping out of his daze, he fled the house and ran as far away as he could. Fresh air filled his lungs-not that enclosed sex filled air. The wind weaved through his spiky hair-not large, rough hands. The sun filled him with warmth-not a body sharply thumping onto his. He finally rested and fell to the floor in exhaustion. His stomach growled in hunger and his lips were dry and seeking water. And then he spotted something and agreed that he will never doubt the existence of gods.
Beside him stood silver fruit with flame like patterns. Its stem was gold with a curve within itself. His mouth watered at the sight and he crawled towards it. He held it in the palm of his hands as if it was the greatest treasure in all of the great seas. Hastily taking a bit, he almost spit the fruit back out in disgust at its taste. However, after the time with Uncle Ben, he knew not to waste food. He swallowed the entire fruit and shivered in disgust. His stomach did calm down though and his thirst was temporarily quenched.
Soon though, he passed out onto the ground and did not notice the way his collar began to glow.
When he awoke, he was greeted with the sight of a silk ceiling and plush mattress comforting his aching body. In confusion, he looked around hoping to find any clues of why and how he was in a room when he remembered passing out in a forest. He jumped at the sudden noise of the door and gaped as a man with a pressed suit walked inside after bowing. He had bright scarlet hair that curved inwardly to his collar and emerald green eyes.
"Young master, you should still be resting," the man said.
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out.
"Ah, your throat must be too dry to talk. I shall ring for a maid," the man stated before he emerged a bell from within his coat (He didn't know how the man did it).
Almost immediately and seeming to defy the laws of psychics, a maid appeared before the man with a curtsy already in action. "Yes, sir?" She had long, sea colored hair that fell in curls to her waist. The maid had narrowed earth brown eyes that brought comfort and reeked of danger.
"Fetch the young master a small pitcher of water. He'll need plenty if he wishes to speak," ordered the man.
The maid seemed to disappear after saying, "Yes sir."
The man bowed once more to him. "I apologize young master. I am Kurrma, your personal butler. The woman you saw earlier is your assigned personal maid-"
"Mizuki, young master," the woman smiled as she returned. She carried a tray with a pitcher of water and a glass cup beside it. She set the tray down onto the table near the bed and poured a glass of water. Offering it to him, he hesitantly took it and took in its refreshing smell that reminded him of the old waterfall Uncle Ben and him-wait.
Why did it smell sweet to him? Water doesn't have a scent unless with added substance. He took a sip and noticed that it tasted different from regular water as well-it felt...he couldn't really explain it. His intuition told him it was of no danger, but simply change.
He set the cup down and almost immediately it was refilled. He nodded in thanks and continued to drink until he felt his throat clear up. He hummed and was glad to hear his voice. "If you don't...mind me asking. Why do you call me young master?"
Kurrma bowed. "Ask all that you wish. Your answer would be on you right collar young master. We found you within the abandoned garden of our manor. You see, we haven't had a master in so long and seeing you there brought us hope. We saw we were only luckier when we saw the mark upon your collar young master. You were a Celestial Dragon." He wore a large smile. "Not those nobles, but an actual Dragon."
He blinked and lowered the (he finally noticed) collar of the white silk button up that covered him to his thighs. He saw a silver mark that swirled in a similar way to a dragon. A few scales formed on his skin around the mark. "When did this appear?" he asked himself breathless. He touched it with his finger tips and shivered at the rake of pleasure that followed. "You said Celestial Dragon, right?"
"That is correct young master," Kurrma continued smiling.
He decided to take this as an opportunity to change and he, too, began smiling catching the two servants by surprise. "Alright then. Kurrma, Mizuki, please address me as Tsunayoshi or Tsuna. I shall accept being the Master here, but you shall not call me so."
"But, young master-!" Mizuki began.
Tsuna sent her a defiant grin and she watched in awe as his warm brown eyes shined with determination a sunset orange. "We shall not be Master and Servant. We shall be Family."
"Of course," Mizuki curtsied.
"And please, none of bowing or curtsying. It's embarrassing," Tsuna blushed as he looked away.
Kurrma could look at the scene in glee. 'Finally, a Master who has chosen to not rule. The gods have blessed us with one of their own.'
