Hey guys.

This new story is a little bit more adult than the usual. It will deal with references to alcohol abuse, some adult activities and social and phycological issues. So, please don't read if this is too much for you. But, I thought it was needed...because some people do have to experience this. It's not ideal, but it's life.

The ones I usually do are a bit unrealistic...but I wanted to set a real stage for what life can be like..just please don't read if this is not for you.

Thanks

Tsuna will be a little bit too kind to his life, and take it into his store- which is not a normal human reaction...but hey, it's KHR

Warning: Alcohol abuse, reference to adult activities and death

Disclaimer: I do not own KHR.

Line breaks still don't like me...

Enjoy


Dame-Tsuna was a nobody.

Now, that may sound harsh to someone that didn't know of him...but he really was a nobody.

He didn't have any friends, his grades were atrocious...and his family life was non-existent.

He was just someone who faded into the background, and was only thought of to make people feel better about themselves.

He was a nobody, who didn't do anything right. So, when Takashi Yamamoto fell ill to a fatal heart disease and was in desperate need of a heart transplant...

He had never thought that his desperately needed saviour would come in the form of Tsunayoshi Sawada.

Today had started as any other for Tsunayoshi Sawada.

He had woke up early, his body clock working it's wonders. He sat up quietly, his movement casting the only sound in the dull and dark room.

He gently laid his little feet on the floor, feeling the crimson stained carpet between his toes. He smiled bitterly, looking out his window to see the rising sun.

It was time to start another day.

He gently moved around his room, slipping on his uniform with the barest of sounds. He gently picked up his shoes, before moving toward his door. He stopped at the door, hand on the handle as his deep breaths echoed back at his ears from the wood.

He twisted the handle with slightly shaking hands, peering out into the hall.

From his limited vision, he could only see smashed beer bottles and spilled wine scattered across the hall.

He sighed in relief, before moving out into the hall, quiet as a mouse.

He cast a glance towards his mothers room, only to see it closed. He felt his body relax further as he gently moved to the stairs, only casting another glance back at the dirty closed door.

He heard a moan from the room, followed by rhythmic thumping.

Tsuna curled his lip up in disgust, knowing exactly was his mother was doing in the early hours of the morning. He was surprised he didn't have any siblings with the way his mother got around.

It wasn't like his father was around to stop her anyway.

He sighed again, moving down the stairs to see what destruction there was this time. He walked around, house was covered in mess, from beer bottles to takeaway dishes. The couch was covered with beer bottle shards inbeded into the fabric. The kitchen was a dump, plates everywhere and glasses smashed on the floor.

Tsuna went to the door, placing his shoes down next to some old workers boots that belonged to no member of his family.

He shivered...but he knew he really should be used to this.

It was time to clean again.

He gingerly went into the kitchen, leaning down and beginning to pick up the shards with his bare hands... It wasn't like he had anything else to clean with anyway. He winced as he cleaned, feeling the sharp edges dig into his skin.

He finished up, throwing the shards into the bin and picking out some stray shards from his palms and throwing the blood stained pieces into the bin. He made his way over to the cupboard, leaning down and carefully reached in to grab the medicine kit.

In a past life, his mother had been a nurse. So, the kit was full with minor to extensive treatment. Which was probably good, since she never thought to restock it...not even in her sober moments. She had been a great nurse too...before it all turned to shit. She had been so lively and happy, taking every day as it came, before she threw it all away.

He sighed, sitting down on the floor as he expertly bandaged his wounds. When he finished, he lifted up his shirt to check on his others. He smiled, they were healing nicely...but he knew the large one across his vulnerable stretch of skin on his torso was going to scar.

Well...it could join the club.

He stood up, picking up the kit and stowing it away for the next time he would need it. Which, honestly... would probably be tomorrow.

Just as he shut the cupboard door...he heard a moan of ecstasy.

He jumped, before the sound of a door opening echoed down the house. His eyes widened as he stumbled to the door, pulling on his shoes with shaking fingers.

He didn't care. He would clean when he got home from school. But he couldn't let his mother see him right now...not until she was sober.

He really wasn't in the mood to get hurt

He left the home in a hurry, running down the street until he was out of sight from the house... Once he was, breathed a sigh of relief. He walked until he reached an underpass. He sat down, leaning against the graffitied wall. He pulled himself up against the cold and pokey wall, leaning his head back and looking up and the graffitied ceiling. He sighed again, exhaling and letting his shoulders slump. He gently reached into his bag, pulling out his cracked iPod (another apology gift given along with empty promises) and put the earphones in, cranking it up as he closed his eyes.

This was his life. A endless cycle, over and over again. Wake up, clean, go to school hungry, get ignored, come home, get beaten or (if he was lucky) get apologised profusely too, with all the promises of change.

It never happened. It was endless.

But...he was okay. He had always been a very passive person so this didn't hurt him as much as it really should. He got though everyday...with the smidgen of hope that his mothers words would come true. That she would stop screwing up everything and start being a proper mother.

Then, maybe...he could actually get a proper education.

Even if that one wasn't completely her fault...it was closely related. It had started fine, he'd done okay at school. But, it got progressively worse as he fell into a depression. He had tried so hard to get better on his own...but nothing worked, and he came to accept that he would never succeed.

And then, he accepted his life. And since then, it had been a bitter cycle. But...he was fine. He dealt with things as they came.

He could live like this...only because it was, in fact, living. He was thankful to be alive. To live his life.

Because many others couldn't even do that.

He made use of his appreciation of life, going into art and music. It helped him stay positive and appreciate what he had. He had his life...and that was enough for him.

He felt sunlight on his eyelids a while later, knowing it was time to he moving. He sat up, putting his earphones and iPod into a secret pocket in his bag, made by him so his occasional bully wouldn't find it.

He stood up, dragging himself from the cold floor and feeling his blood flow though his limbs. He inhaled deeply, and began walking.

It was finally lunch. His favourite time of day. No people, no bullies, no hurt. And besides. It was the only time of day that he could guarantee himself a proper meal.

Tsuna grabbed his pre made bento and quickly left the class, no one even noticing as he left.

He walked out into the hall, holding his bento close as he walked down the hall. People stood all around, not turning as he creeped past.

He was used to being ignored and forgotten, so this was no surprise.

When the people slowly thinned...he began to run. He ran though the halls, a smile on his face as he ran up the stairs. He ran up, and threw his body into the rooftop door. He pushed the heavy door open with his minimal weight, throwing himself onto the empty roof top.

He smiled, a little giggle escaping his lips.

It wasn't often he talked either...he leant that it was no use, nobody listened anyway.

He went to the edge of the roof, sitting right up against the railing and curling into a comfortable ball. He looked down at his playing classmates, watching them kick around a soccer ball.

His smile grew peaceful, and his body relaxed fully. He shut his eyes as he inhaled, feeling the wind caress his face and hair.

He loved it up here...

He felt alive.

School went on, each period blending into the next. Before something happened...something that never usually happened.

A secretary came into the room, handing a slip of paper to the teacher, a sad smile on her face. She left hurriedly, and everyone turned to look at the teacher expectantly.

"The school has just received word that Yamamoto-kun will no longer be attending school on a regular basis. You are his classmates, so you are entitled to know the reasoning in order to be delicate towards him. He has been diagnosed with a heart disease, and it will be fatal if he doesn't receive a donated heart. Due to his treatment, he will only come to school twice a week. Please he thoughtful and kind to him during this hard time" the teacher said.

Silence.

All of a sudden, pandemonium erupted. Girls cried, boys yelled. It was chaos. But, in the middle of it all, was Tsuna. He sat still, watching the commotion as his mind jumped hurdles.

Takeshi Yamamoto. Star baseball player and 'jock'. Loved by everyone, adored by the female population.

Was dying?

That shouldn't be fair. He had no much potential in life. He could go far. It would be far more beneficial towards society if people like Tsuna died instead.

Tsuna shook his head, clearing his descending thoughts.

Life did as it wished, and took lives when they where due. It was up to Yamamoto wether he would take the right steps to live and succeed. It was something Tsuna learnt to do, and now Yamamoto would have to learn fast.

Or he would die. As simple as that.

But inside... Tsuna hoped he would survive. He deserved to live, he was one of the kinder souls on this earth.

But life would take it's course, and you must fight to stay alive.

That's Tsuna had done every single day since his life became this. It was something he had learnt to live with...

And now Yamamoto would have to.

His mother had not been sober when he got home. She had drunk even more when he was gone with her partner from this morning. He was gone...but she was abusive as ever.

See, when she was drunk...she was out of control. That was how most of their furniture ended up in various stages of destruction. She slept around, got drunk...all because she could.

But every time...every time she became sober, she regretted every second. Like when she hurt Tsuna.

Like now.

"I'm so so sorry my baby" she cried as he laid on the floor, carpet staining even further with his blood. He couldn't move...he had taken a blunt knife to him earlier on.

He had marks everywhere, some deep enough that it had cut into his muscles when she stabbed him. But, on the non-existent bright side...it was a small knife, no the damage wasn't too deep.

But that didn't mean it didn't hurt like hell.

"I'm so sorry darling"

No you're not

"I didn't mean to"

Then why did you?

"It's not my fault"

Yes it is.

"I would never hurt you if I was sober"

Hm, evidence points otherwise.

"I'll never hurt you again, I promise"

Unlikely.

It was the same thing, over and over again. Like a broken record that nobody could be bothered fixing.

She could say it all...but she would never live up to her promises. Tsuna knew that...but his hope was still there that she would.

But that hope was slowly fading away, piece by piece every time she beat him.

And he didn't know what he was going to do when it went away

Tadaaaa. The beginning of a real plot death fic for Tsuna.

Let me know what you think...and what I should change

God Bless,

SephrinaRose.